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Post by Plink on Mar 11, 2013 1:59:38 GMT -4
Plink watched the TV intently along with Alice.
"Yeesh. 3AM. I'm surprised dad hasn't called in yet." Plink said to himself.
Plink was very suddenly distracted by Viktor's strange awakenings and expressions. "Huh?" He said.
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Post by Koith on Mar 12, 2013 20:44:10 GMT -4
INCOMING TRANSMISSION...
Koith heads into the comm, seeing the Chief of Company on the screen.
-Am I called a wrong number, or you're here, at the place I want to call, Commander Blue Metal?
-The latter was right,-Koith smirked-What brings the top intelligence agency of the World to meet "the one" you intended to call?
-You heard the news on TV, right?-The Chief asked-And I decided to take the tech into our hands before someone else touch it.
-You means, you're hiring "him" for this stealth mission?-Koith replied.
-If you're here, I'll change into "operation"!-That guy smirked-Your mission is to keep tracking the excavation at that sea. If someone get their hands first, then you're good to go. Take it and bring back to us ASAP! Non-lethal advised,
-Roger,-Koith smirked, then the transmission terminated. But, in time, another one comes out.
-Hello, KM-08!
-Vexus...?-The soldier surprised.
-You forgot how insolent is this to call my name?-The Queen asked-Nevermind, I'd heard the story of your lost civilization, and decided to get those lost techs before someone reach it.
-For what, My Queen?-Koith asked.
-You're not privileged to ask the Royalty like this!-Vexus replied-But, to let you know, I will! We want to research for the countermeasures of the possible attacks from the other foolish Earthlings. You must bring those things to us, and your brother, model KM-09 will take care the rest of it!
-And, what do I reward?-Koith asked.
-A juicy support for your election, of course! My men will gather any intels against your competitors and make them suffer, yet their votes will become yours,
-On it,-Koith smirked-I'll take it in no time!
-Glad to see how you progressed in your competence, KM-08!-Vexus smirked, and the transmission terminated.
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Post by TheRealBullet on Mar 16, 2013 1:31:41 GMT -4
((OOC: I'm gonna move onto morning, so Imma have Viktor do his own thing, but I'll leave most of the situation ambiguous so you can do whatever ya need to Plink without contradicting eachother.))
Despite his lack of sleep, Viktor was awake by 6.30 later that morning, which was rather late for him. To anyone who didn't know Viktor, he would seem to be the archetypical teenager who sleeps till two in the afternoon, but no, he was an early riser. Always had been, always will be.
Viktor was sitting at his desk in his room/study. It was filled with art and computer supplies, literature ranging from Marvel comics to War and Peace, a rotary-dial telephone to an i26 sixteen-core processor computer, and pop culture posters to scientific journals. Even a recently read first-edition copy of Das Kapital lay open on his bed. He was meticulously scribbling away at a series of animatics with a vintage fountain pen (a family heirloom). Next to the desk, a phonograph was quietly playing Dvorak's Scherzo in D minor.
This was the Viktor nobody saw. Not even Bullet, in the time they had been friends, had seen the interior of Viktor's sanctuary. There had always been a convenient excuse to keep Bullet out, whether it was a remodel, surprise project, or simply a messy room (the latter is actually quite true), there was always a reason. It wasn't that Viktor didn't like or trust Bullet, he felt quite bad being so secretive, but For whatever reason Viktor just didn't like opening up too much. It all came back to his childhood, not just losing his parents, but his whole family. So many feelings of abandonment and lonliness, over time he simply began to shut himself away from everyone. No one noticed anything wrong since nobody had known him that long. Now Viktor believed he had learned to cope, but often realized lying in bed at night that he had simply locked himself away from the world. But if that's what it took to remain "happy," it would have to do. This isn't to say that Viktor is not happy. He is genuinely enjoying life for the most part. It's only when random terrible things like the war happen that he slips away. However, as he sits in his room, doing what he loves, everything is okay.
After several minutes, Viktor looked to an old swiss cuckoo clock hanging on the wall. 7.30. Silently Viktor stood up and went to the adjacent washroom and took a brief shower, then went to his walk-in closet. He came out dressed in a dark frock coat getup. Everything about him sung sophistication, save for his usual shoulder length dark-blonde hair.
Time to seize the day.
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Post by Plink on Mar 16, 2013 2:32:41 GMT -4
((Understood)).
Plink awoke with a start. He had been leaning extensively over the couch arm of the sofa in Bullet's apartment. Alice, on the other hand, was still sound "asleep" on the other arm. "Must've passed out last night." Plink said to himself before coming to a very sudden realization. "Shoot. Dad may be home."
With as much speed as possible, Plink ran out of the apartment and flew back home. "Dad?" He said as he entered the house.
But interestingly, his father wasn't home. In fact, no sign of him having ever returned home since the night before was evident. His father has been gone ALL NIGHT.
Plink dreaded what may have happened. "This isn't good." He said. With even greater speed, Plink flew back to Bullet's home.
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Post by Koith on Mar 16, 2013 7:38:19 GMT -4
Time passes, and the base of operation finished. Koith and Marie head into this place for some final checkup. The place is completely waterproof, also the strong alloys of titanium and nanosteel made it become a stronghold for Reichmacht, as what Kane intended. At the intelligence room, Koith with the soldiers are now hearing the activities above their heads. Suddenly, something distressing, one radioman got the signal:
-Kommandeur, we received some strange activities from the UK rally point!
-Activate the sonar and the satellite,-Koith ordered.
-Sat and sonar, online!-One man replied. Seeing the signals from both above and below, the British must have got something. On one of their ships, they're...bringing up something...strange...seems like...artifact.
-The UK got the piece, requesting permission!-Koith immediately called the Company.
-Like what I said,-The other line answered-Non-lethal!
-Is stealing from allies a good idea?-Koith rises his eyebrow.
-Carry it, out, Commander!
What the hell they're thinking? Koith can't believe it, the US attacked even one of its allies, only for a piece of artifact. Damm, he was right when having a double deal with Vexus, her technicians will find a way to prevent the greedy warmongers, like the ones Koith serving for...
-Preparing the retrieving team,-Koith ordered-We'll take that piece in no time.
-Affirmative!-One Reichmacht officer saluted then head into the barracks to gather the men.
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Post by TheRealBullet on Mar 21, 2013 19:19:11 GMT -4
Bullet awoke about the same time Plink did. He had entered an inactivity-triggered sleep mode around 3:30 had recharged since then.
Bullet just watched as Plink suddenly bolted out of the house.
His dad needs to lighten up. Plink doesn't need to exist for his beck and call for all eternity.
Bullet decided that he would prepare a robot "breakfast" for Alice, Plink if he returned, and himself. Although he didn't eat human food, Bullet could cook it quite well, so he decided that he would surprise Viktor with breakfast too.
Instead, Bullet got the surprise. As he started for the kitchen, he ran into Viktor. He was wearing a very peculiar getup. Bullet knew Viktor was an early riser, but after such a late night, he wasn't expecting him to be up so early, let alone dressed like a Victorian aristocrat.
"Morning, Bullet." Viktor greeted casually, he didn't seem the least bit sleepy.
"Err... you too, Viktor." Bullet replied. "What are you doing up so early dressed like that?"
Viktor didn't look the least bit phased. "Oh, I wear a bow tie now. Bow ties are cool." He replied absentmindedly, apparently missing the point that no one in their right mind had worn that kind of clothing in more than a hundred years. "Sorry Bullet, but I have a very important appointment to be at soon. I really need to go now. I'll see you sometime later today."
With that Viktor continued on his way to the garage, hopped on his Vespa, and rode out of sight into the mid-morning light.
Well, that was a bit strange. Viktor's got his reasons, but what kind of appointment could he be going to dressed like that? Oh well, now for breakfast. I wonder if Plink will be coming back soon.
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Post by Koith on Mar 21, 2013 20:02:39 GMT -4
On the HMS Atlantic, the crew picking up from below a strange, cubical artifact with blue-glowing patterns. Watching through the periscope of Nautilus II, Koith reports:
-Artifact inbound,
-Gut!-Kane replied from the underwater base-Wait for them research a little bit, then do our jobs!
-You got something about our research?-Koith asked.
-I got some strange activities inside the Death Triangle.-Kane replied-I don't think that's from the humans?
-You means, aliens?-The blue soldier rises his eyebrow.
-Not sure, but they're somewhat familiar with humans more than aliens! But, possibly, this lost continent got more interesting things than you and I expected,
-Copy that,-Koith replied when hearing Kane's explanation.
((OOC: Just pass through a day, when nightfall again, I'll commence the operation))
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Post by Plink on Mar 21, 2013 23:18:22 GMT -4
Plink walked up to the building and screwed up his face in confusion as he saw Viktor walk out dressed like a 16th century Philosopher.
When Plink had entered Bullet's home, he saw Bullet start off into the kitchen. "Is their a Rennaisance fair in town or something?" Plink said to Bullet. It was at this when Alice had slowly and drowsily woken up from sleep. "Gosh." She said. "I've never stayed up that late at all."
After rubbing her eyes, she very suddenly shot them down onto the couch. "Oh no. Mum must be worried!" She said.
"Something tells me your mom may not even be home. I just checked my home and Dad wasn't there at all." Plink said. "That's even more worrying." Alice said.
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Post by TheRealBullet on Mar 23, 2013 1:07:57 GMT -4
Bullet heard Plink return to the house, and saw the look of confusion that only Viktor could have brought on. "Is their a Rennaisance fair in town or something?" Plink said to Bullet. "I would have asked him the same thing," Bullet replied. "but knowing him, he probably would reply 'No, this is Victorian. Completely different centures.' If you ask me, why he's wearing that at all is the real question. He has been acting very strange lately." It was at this when Alice had slowly and drowsily woken up from sleep. "Gosh." She said. "I've never stayed up that late at all."
After rubbing her eyes, she very suddenly shot them down onto the couch. "Oh no. Mum must be worried!" She said.
"Something tells me your mom may not even be home. I just checked my home and Dad wasn't there at all." Plink said. "That's even more worrying." Alice said.
Hmmm... That's strange. None of my business, but very strange. I wonder what is going on.
"Hmmm... that's strange." But said coolly. "I know it's not really my business, but is there any reason you could think of at all that they would both disappear like that?"
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Post by Plink on Mar 23, 2013 18:40:40 GMT -4
"Hmmm... that's strange." Bullet said coolly. "I know it's not really my business, but is there any reason you could think of at all that they would both disappear like that?"
Plink paced around slowly.
"My worst fear is a setup. A kidnapping using a false theft as bait to trap the workers." Plink said. Plink immediately put his hands onto his head in a panicked motion. "And that means that our parents are being ransomed."
Alice widened her eyes ever so slightly...but didn't say a word.
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Post by TheRealBullet on Mar 24, 2013 3:10:24 GMT -4
Plink paced around slowly.
"My worst fear is a setup. A kidnapping using a false theft as bait to trap the workers." Plink said. Plink immediately put his hands onto his head in a panicked motion. "And that means that our parents are being ransomed."
Alice widened her eyes ever so slightly...but didn't say a word.
Bullet would normally brush off such a quckly-escalated, highly-unprobable scenario, but as he thought of how much his 'mother' meant to him, he found that he couldn't help but take the situation seriously.
I won't let what happened to me happen to anyone else...
"Well, before we turn to such an extreme scenario," Bullet began. "I think we should start making sure there's really any real trouble at all." He was trying to keep the situation calm. Panic never did anybody good. "Plink, Alice, is there any way either of you can contact you're parents? Personal communications? Emergency lines? Anything that could lt you make sure there is anything going on at all?"
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Post by Plink on Mar 24, 2013 4:43:13 GMT -4
"Plink, Alice, is there any way either of you can contact you're parents? Personal communications? Emergency lines? Anything that could lt you make sure there is anything going on at all?" Bullet said.
Plink simply sighed. "I've tried contacting a lot of the night last night through a private channel. Haven't heard anything from him." Plink said before his father had popped onto the screen. "John. I'm home. You can come back now." Plinks father said in a slightly jerky tone. Plink felt relieved to see his father was home. But the jerky intonations Mr.Welton spoke in concerned Plink. "Um...dad...are you all right?" Plink said. "I'm...I'm fine." Plink's father said before cutting off the communication in a sudden manner.
Almost as soon, Alice's mother had called Alice up. "Alice. I'm home. Come back now." She said in slightly thick and mucosal tone of voice. "Mum...why is your voice funny?" Alice said in a very worried tone. "Oh it's nothing dear." Alice's mother said before cutting off communication in a manner faster than Mr. Welton.
"Well at least our parents are home." Alice said.
Plink looked up to the ceiling. "It's not friday today is it?" He said.
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Post by TheRealBullet on Mar 28, 2013 1:08:45 GMT -4
Plink simply sighed. "I've tried contacting a lot of the night last night through a private channel. Haven't heard anything from him." Plink said before his father had popped onto the screen. "John. I'm home. You can come back now." Plinks father said in a slightly jerky tone. Plink felt relieved to see his father was home. But the jerky intonations Mr.Welton spoke in concerned Plink. "Um...dad...are you all right?" Plink said. "I'm...I'm fine." Plink's father said before cutting off the communication in a sudden manner.
Almost as soon, Alice's mother had called Alice up. "Alice. I'm home. Come back now." She said in slightly thick and mucosal tone of voice. "Mum...why is your voice funny?" Alice said in a very worried tone. "Oh it's nothing dear." Alice's mother said before cutting off communication in a manner faster than Mr. Welton.
"Well at least our parents are home." Alice said.
What in the world was that? I know Plink's dad can be a bit standoffish and impersonal, but not harsh like that from what I've seen. I don't know anything about Alice's family, but by her expression, that wasn't her mother's normal behavior. This keeps getting stranger. Wait, that strange signal last night! Could this be in any way related? I don't think so... the message didn't say anything about stolen parts. Maybe it's just a coincidence, but we shouldn't take any chances.
Plink looked up to the ceiling. "It's not friday today is it?" He said.
"Plink, did you pick up any kind of strange signal with a weird message around midnight?" He asked without answering Plink's question. "I don't know if it's related, but either way we need to take caution. Now, I'm sure that everything is fine, but you should probably keep an eye on your parents for a while to see if they keep acting strange."
He paused and considered Plink's original question. "My internal clock says it's Friday, but the signal last night interfered with it and it's probaly off and I haven't fixed it yet."
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Post by Plink on Mar 28, 2013 1:58:52 GMT -4
"Plink, did you pick up any kind of strange signal with a weird message around midnight?" He asked without answering Plink's question. "I don't know if it's related, but either way we need to take caution. Now, I'm sure that everything is fine, but you should probably keep an eye on your parents for a while to see if they keep acting strange."
"N-not to my reckoning." Plink stammered. "I didn't get anything yesterday but, then again, I haven't checked my signal logs."
"My internal clock says it's Friday, but the signal last night interfered with it and it's probaly off and I haven't fixed it yet." Bullet said.
"Signal? What signal exactly?" Plink said.
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Post by Koith on Apr 10, 2013 20:20:35 GMT -4
Nightfall,
Under the bottom of HMS Atlantic, some shadows emerged from the depth of the ocean. They're divers, but who is unknown. But, the thing is, they're armed, heavily. On the ship board, a drunk soldier got outside for some relaxation. Suddenly, that guy felt a shock surged through his body, and he fell to the deck unconsciously. After that tightly-slept man, a diver with a tazer takes out his balaclava, it's Koith...He talks to the comm:
-Target asleep! Deploy to the deck,
-Deploying...-The opposite line replied.
At seconds later, the hooks from underwater grabbed the ship's hull, and divers got aboard.
-You know the drill?-Koith said-Non-lethal only,
-Roger,-The soldiers nodded. Splitting into two teams, they're proceeding to inside the ship. On the channel, Marie says:
-This ship isn't small, you must get through many heavily guarded positions, casualties might be imminent!
-Every man has his weakness, this ship is no exception!
-Turning on the cloaking field,-He orders.
-Turning,-The line answered. With these techs, infiltrating this area is not challenging anymore, better not to have any bloodshed.
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