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| The need for speed; Magneto, Spitfire | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 17 2011, 01:13 AM (382 Views) | |
| Magneto (old) | Mar 17 2011, 01:13 AM Post #1 |
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Time of Day: 17:30 Place in the Timeline: March 15th “I'm tellin' you, Magneto, sir... you get Razorback or one of the other tech guys on this and we could boost our teleporting potential by thirty percent. Know what that means, right? More traffic. More trade. More contact with the outside world.” “You don't have to spell it out for me, Bernard,” Magneto said as he strode down the hall at a pace that made it hard for the much shorter man to keep up. Bernard Trinkie, the head of the teleportation department did manage, however, all the while glancing between his notes and the Master of Magnetism, his bug-eyed stare made even more so at the numbers that were represented on his clipboard. “Yeah... it's just... you wanted me to increase traffic, and I'm saying this is the safest, most viable option we have to date. This will augment most of our portal generators' powers so they can hold them open longer and make them even bigger.” Turning a corner, Magneto continued down the hall, his eyes fixed on the door at the very end of the long corridor, his cape billowing behind him. However, the mention of the increase in portal size tore his eyes away from his intended destination to look down at the shorter man, still maintaining the pace. “How much bigger?” Erik asked. “Yeah... I wondered that too,” Trinkie said, casting Magneto a sidelong look. “Driving whole trucks into Sanctuary and just unloading them wherever... it would revolutionize our trade, which is saying a lot since the whole damn city is state of the art. Can't quite do it though... not yet anyway. Give us another half a year though and we might have to build a whole new wing just for shipping.” Trinkie annoyed Erik a good deal, assuming he knew what Magneto was thinking – although he did half the time when they were discussing his field. The man bordered on disrespectful at times, sometimes interrupting others with a smug tone and often using unnecessary vocabulary. In regards of propriety, the man never crossed the line, but he danced all over it. “Very well,” Magneto said as he halted at the door to his office. “Approve the upgrades to the transportation bays.” With that, he opened the door and stepped into his outer offices. Bernard raised a finger as if to make one final point, his mouth open just as the door shut before he could utter a sound. Everyone knew better than to enter the Master of Magnetism's offices without an invitation. “Where is she?” Magneto asked his secretary, a lovely woman in her her mid-to-late thirties with skin so white it was nearly translucent. “In your private office, sir. I sent her right in and dismissed her escorts.” “Escorts?” he inquired as he began walking toward the door to his inner office. “She looked pretty rough, sir. I think a few of the people from the teleportation department decided to come with her to make sure she made it okay.” “Very well. We are not to be disturbed.” Without another word, Erik opened the door to his private office and stepped in, the door shutting behind him under the use of his own abilities. He didn't even flinch when he first caught sight of Jac, but there was a slight tightening in his stomach at the sight of her battered and bruised form. He stood there for only a moment before taking several steps forward. “Spitfire, I am glad to see you've returned. I'll keep your debriefing as swift as possible, then you will go straight to the infirmary and have your injuries seen to. What do you have to report?” |
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| Spitfire | Mar 23 2011, 03:36 PM Post #2 |
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It had been night when she had left Genosha and perhaps it still was, but in Sanctuary with the controlled day and night phases, you could never be too sure. Everything hurt, even her hair and the young speedster sat awkwardly on the chair in Magneto’s office, not wanting to risk falling asleep or putting pressure on any of her injuries or anything like that. The initial shock and numbness was wearing off to be replaced by a dull, angry throbbing sensation and briefly, the blonde wondered how she was going to get back up without falling over. The opening of the door broke into the daze surrounding her and she turned, slowly, to look at Magneto as he spoke to her, nodding to show she was following what he was saying. Cripes, what she wouldn’t give for a cup of tea and plenty of chocolate, maybe a bag of haribo…she was sure Tommy would make her tea once she was done in the infirmary…no way she was seeing him like this, he’d worry too much. “Sir,” Jac pulled herself up a little straighter on her seat and went into the bag that she was still clinging on to for dear life. “I got what information I could…” sifting through the bag she pulled out the camera, her notebook and several copies of files and maps she had managed to make. “I got inside one of the…one of the places where they ‘house’ mutants. Think prison would be better…” Spitfire said uncomfortably, the images coming back to haunt her as she held out the things for the Master of Magnetism to take from her. “Their important buildings are well guarded, but not too well guarded if you know what I mean. Like they don’t expect anyone like us to be getting in...” Clearing her throat, she rubbed the back of her neck and grimaced, rolling her eyes to look at the ceiling before adding the next part. “I nearly got caught, though, when I was in one of the main government buildings and they very nearly got me,” she turned her arm slightly to show how she had been clipped by one of the bullets. It was not the first time she had been grazed by a bullet, but it still hurt like hell. “Sort of fell out of a vent…not sure they managed to identify me, they certainly didn’t catch sight of me for long enough, I was disguised anyway.” Pausing to take another breath she turned her blue eyes fully on Magneto. “Sorry, Sir. Things are a little…fuzzy,” the girl said apologetically, her mind wandering again to wonder if she should take a first aid kit with her next time as it seemed like she was always getting hurt enough to warrant one. |
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| Magneto (old) | Mar 27 2011, 07:29 PM Post #3 |
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Erik's eyes fixed on the items she fished out of the bag; he eyed them with keen interest as she laid them on his desk, yet did not miss a single word she said in her report. It was an oral report, and paperwork would not be demanded of her because of one simple fact... no one else knew of the mission. The climate in Sanctuary was on edge due to the recent actions of the GFL – mutants were beginning to eye each other in suspicion, and infighting had been discovered between Brotherhood members... even entire factions. Many thought that they weren't following through with the responsibilities they'd taken on – to free mutants from human oppression. What better place to make an example of the wrath of homo superior than Genosha? Others felt that there weren't enough resources yet to commit to an official war against a specific country. Spitfire's fact-finding mission had been for his own personal benefit to see exactly how bad it was... as well as how vulnerable they were. As far as Erik was concerned, both trains of thought were in the right. “It's quite alright,” Magneto said in response to Jac's apologies on her light-headedness and slightly erratic manner of speaking. “You've been through quite the ordeal.” He cleared the distance between himself and his desk as a platter with a tea pot and two cups rose into the air from a side table and settled beside Jac's acquired articles. The metal pot rose of its own accord and tipped, pouring steaming water into one of the cups. It proceeded to do the same with the second cup as Erik reached the desk, “Please, have a cup of tea. I apologize for not sending you directly to the infirmary, but as I explained, there is to be no record of what you have done. This was a fact finding mission for my benefit alone so that I might be able to make an educated decision on Sanctuary's immediate response to the Genosha situation.” Reaching out for one of the folders, he opened it to peruse the satellite imagery that showed all of Hammer Bay. His eyes narrowed at the next map showing the norther coast of the nation. “I will only keep you a little longer. Doctors are already in my outer offices awaiting to escort you to the infirmary via teleportation.” Teleportation by means of official Sanctuary teleporters from one spot in Sanctuary to another was something rarely done, and only then by executive decision. “I face a bit of a dilemma,” he said, finally looking up at the girl, turning to lean against his desk, a hand extending as the second metal cup floated through the air and landed in his upturned gloved palm; the cream and sugar had already been added thanks to the unseen tendrils of magnetic energy manipulating the dishes. Taking a sip, he eyed the worn speedster over the top of the rim. “We are still a very new nation, growing and developing, and there are countless logistical and economic problems that we have yet to iron out. Committing ourselves to a war would be costly and stunt our growth, but if the devastation that the GFL claim is really that severe, then it is not something we can ignore. As my newest Acolyte, I value your opinion greatly, Spitfire. Based on your findings, do you believe we should make a public declaration of war on Genosha and commit our resources to it?” |
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| Spitfire | Mar 29 2011, 08:11 PM Post #4 |
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If she hadn’t been ever so slightly out of it, Jac would have been a little surprised or even nervous over the concern Magneto seemed to be showing her. It was possible however that she was imagining it, but…did he normally offer tea? Not that tea was a bad thing as goodness knew she had been craving a cup for a few hours now. Pulling herself to sit on the edge of the chair, Jac winced as she moved taking hold of the cup and staring absently at the liquid within, stirring a little as he promised she would be teleported to the infirmary soon. Teleported? However, how she was going to get to the medical attention she could really do with became less pressing as his speech wore on and the words out of his mouth caused the tea she had just taken a sip of to come erupting back out. Coughing, the blonde wiped her mouth with one hand, cup carefully held in the other. Leaning forward she set it down on the edge of the desk and looked up at Magneto, shocked at what he had just said. If he had actually said it, as Jac wasn’t surprised if she was actually hallucinating it all. “Wait, what?” her blue eyes were wide and utterly confused. She had asked Primal about being an Acolyte, she remembered the conversation well, but she had though it would be years before…well, years, rather than a year; she wasn’t even out of her teens yet. More than the position he was offering her, he was asking her for advice and Jac figured she was about as helpful as a dyslexic badger when it came to giving out tips. Pushing a hand through her hair – which still hurt, if ever hair could hurt – she stared lost at the wall behind him for about a minute, before looking back, her feet moving subconsciously, nervously tapping at the floor as she tried to calm down and come up with the expected answer. “Um. Well. Okay. I think…I don’t know if we’re ready for war, I mean no one knows where we are or anything but – well, you don’t go sticking your nose into the business of everyone else til you have your own business sorted, you know?” “But…I think we need to send Genosha a message…a very big message,” the young blonde nodded her head nervously, wishing he had asked her when she wasn’t seeing weird colours as it wasn’t helping her train of thought stay on the rails. |
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| Magneto (old) | Apr 5 2011, 01:05 AM Post #5 |
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As Erik listened, the small metal dish containing the cream floated back into the air and hovered over the cup he held out, letting just a bit more drip into his tea. The white liquid clouded around the surface for a moment before the metal spoon that lay on his saucer slipped into the hot tea and stirred it gently; all the while, Magneto's eyes never left those of his newest Acolyte. She hesitated, her shock clear even through her fatigue, and she was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of doling out advice to Magneto of all people. Yet he had asked her, and she did her best to meet his demands... something he had come to expect from the speedster. It was one of the many reasons why she had received the promotion. Acknowledging his own concerns over the fact that they weren't as established as they needed to be to wage a war against Genosha, Jac qualified it by saying that they did need to send a message. Magneto nodded before taking another sip of his tea... it was the decision he had almost decided on, but hearing another voice it always helped... especially when that person had just returned from the country he was considering going to war with. “I believe you have the right of it, Spitfire,” Magneto said as he set the cup and saucer on the table, folding his arms over his chest as he looked down at the floor, the thumb of one gloved hand running back and forth over his chin as he contemplated. “As you say, we clearly cannot ignore what Genosha is doing to our people, but committing so many of our resources so early on would cripple Sanctuary and possibly set us back years from our final goals. A single strike against them – 'sending them a message' as you say – would remind them that we are still here despite the fact that we're hidden away for the time being. It would have to be something serious for it to leave any sort of impression.” He fell silent as he considered his options; with so many mutants at Genosha's disposal, there was no telling how effective an economic attack would be. Judging by his own intel and the bits he'd gleaned through the quick scan of Jac's files, the country seemed somewhat self sufficient. “Perhaps we could use the freedom fighters that caused us so many problems until we banished them from Sanctuary. If I were to arrange a meeting with them and come to some sort of alliance, how would you feel about a possible return trip to Genosha with several others of the Brotherhood, backing up the Freedom League. It would require very few resources on our part... possibly supplying them with food and weapons as well as some manpower. Simply as backup of course... they would have to take the brunt of the attack.” |
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| Spitfire | Apr 10 2011, 11:41 PM Post #6 |
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Clearly, this wasn’t a dream as she would have woken up by this point, and it wasn’t a hallucination, as the teacups would have started singing or Aslan would have appeared and offered to take her to Narnia instead of being an Acolyte. Wait. She really was being promoted…Wiping her chin, the girl nudged the cup more securely on the edge of the desk and smoothed her jacket slightly, getting a hold of herself as she listened to the Master of Magnetism speak. “If we go back, it would have to be soon. They might be relatively open, but after today I doubt they’ll stay that way for very long. If we go back, it’ll have to be soon,” her foot tapped nervously against the leg of her chair and her fingers gripped the edge of the seat to steady herself. Thoughts of healers, showers, food and sleep kept making the edges of her business thoughts fuzzy. All she had to do was get through the meeting, then she could go and enjoy all of that, but for now… Settling her gaze, the girl cleared her throat a little nervously. “Do you want me to go back?” Spitfire asked, figuring she already knew the answer to that one, but there was no harm in clarifying. If anything, the speedster wanted to go back. She wanted to be part of whatever they were going to do to the Genoshan Government, in striking back against their treatment of mutants. Did two wrongs ever make a right? Well, not really no, but it was the only way that humans seemed to understand. As long as whoever they were beating back were ‘bad people’ (with oil fields and natural resources) then no end of air strikes, tanks and rockets were perfectly excusable. Reaching forward, Jac picked her cup back up and a little steadier this time, drank about half of the remaining tea. “If I take the Freedom League, I don’t want any arguments, any backchat. They listen, they do as I say as really, I’ve not even led a mission on my own yet, well not properly, but bloody hell. Like that trip to North Dakota,” her face took on a dark expression as she remembered that ill fated trip; Magneto would more than likely know what she was talking about, as she had ranted for ten minutes while bleeding from a nasty back wound in this very office. Jac had to wonder if that had anything to do with now. “I know I’m young and a lot of people probably think I’m daft, or wet behind the ears and I’m not asking for special treatment or you to tell everyone to play nice with me, but the League will have to understand what I am, if not who I am.” Wincing as a sharp pain started to throb through her whole body, the girl drained the cup and shoved it back on the desk. “May I be excused now, Sir?” Jac asked, almost doubling over in the seat. Next time, she was so taking more snacks. |
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