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Ill Suited Desk Jockeys; Bishop
Topic Started: Aug 7 2011, 02:30 PM (319 Views)
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Date: 8th of August



Blake stared blankly out of the large window. The pane of glass ran from floor to ceiling on the top floor of an office building, specifically the New York head-quarters of what used to be his father's company. The Englishman sighed quietly to himself. It had almost writhed its way into his brain. The concept that this was all his had seemed to alien to begin with, truly like a waking dream from which there was no escape. He had been so detached from it all, like it wasn't happening to him. Now here he was staring aimlessly out the 49th story of a building from his office. To be perfectly honest there was little point in him having the office. He had tried to tell everyone that someone else who did more work could have it but they had all maintained that it was his father's office and now it was his. He had to admit, coming in to this view whenever he had to attend to something wasn't half bad. There was a knock on the door and Blake breathed in as he tore himself from his thoughts.

Three minutes later he was out on the road, having been reminded of his forthcoming meeting by his PA Amanda. From there it had been down to the parking lot, to his reserved parking spot. He smiled as he strolled along admiring his car. It stood out from the rest of the expensive metal parked around it like a sore thumb. The board of directors all had nice cars, they were very wealthy men, and most drove ludicrously expensive luxury vehicles, although Blake assumed more often they were driven places by a personal driver. He shook his head at the thought as he unlocked his magnificent piece of machinery. The bright ignition orange Lamborghini Gallardo roared to life seconds later, its performance and exotic looks setting it apart from its neighbors. The meeting wasn't far across town but it was near a place where Blake has himself a personal parking spot, one of many he held all over the city just so he could drive places easier.

The Italian super car pulled into a parking lot beside a small but very nicely furbished restaurant, the engine rumbling at idle for a second before dying off. Blake stepped out of his car and into the blistering sun, mirrored aviator style sunglasses shielding his bright green optics. The young adult wore a simple styled white t-shirt with an little cartoon ninja on the front. His legs sat in thin gray jeans which came down to the top of a pair of tidy skate shoes. He wondered if he should have put on a suit for this meeting. On the one hand he was dealing with the government, but on the other it was unbearably hot and he was only here to put his scrawl on some little bits of paper. Apparently however SHIELD valued their... iPods or whatever it was his company shipped form them, that they would send someone to personally make sure the papers got to Blake and back safely. The lawyers and business analysts sorted everything out in reality. The simple truth of the matter was that Blake just signed the papers and spent the proceeds. A truth he was entirely comfortable with.

The British student stepped aside for a man and his wife before slipping through the doorway and into the scanned the room for the guy he was supposed to meet. To be perfectly honest he didn't know what to expect but the selection in the quiet upmarket restaurant did the hard work for him. 'Bishop' was either a massively built, dark skinned man who looked capable of benching a semi, or he was an eighty year old man with what appeared to be his grandson. Blake smiled and strolled over to the larger and more alone of the two options, pitching a simple query as he approached.
"Bishop right? 'Ey mate, Blake Evans."
The younger of the two greeted, offering a handshake before taking a seat across from the well built man and signaling a waitress.

The serving girl strolled over smiling and Blake found himself momentarily distracted, pulling his mind away from her and back to the man across from him. Bishop wasn't quite as pretty... Though Blake had to hand it to him, the dude was huge. He was well over six feet tall be the looks of things and was built like, well Blake didn't even know what like. Like the Hulk or Superman or something. A large "M" tattoo adorned the man's face and Blake considered the option that he was a really big McDonald's fan. He didn't exactly look happy to be at the meeting but Blake figured some food and a spot of light conversation might fix that. He ordered a steak and bacon burger with some chips on the side and a drink before he turned to Bishop,
"Have whatever you want, they can pretty much make anything you can think of. Plus, tab's on me so you might as well make the most of it mate."
Blake added with a friendly smile.

Once Bishop had made an order the girl scurried off to the kitchen and Blake turned to him, the younger man emptying his pockets onto the booth table to stop anything digging in.
"So, you get jobs baby-sitting bits of paper often?"
Blake joked.
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Today Bishop was on duty for once when he got the change in his schedule to do something different and totally unrelated to fighting crime, specifically of the mutant variety. He was to meet with some pencil pusher for a shipping company that was bringing in their latest order of iPods or whatever the hell it was they were getting. The papers were waiting to be picked up, and afterwards he'd just get the guy to sign them, and he could go back to doing his real job. He found the meeting place easy enough, an upscale restaurant that stood out even in the nice neighborhood it was situated in.

He was wearing a form fitting white t-shirt, his signature leather jacket, jeans and boots....he wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion but he honestly didn't give a damn. He walked in and the chick at the little podium at the front, whatever her title was told him that no tables were available without a reservation. He looked at her with a menacing grin for several tense moments before stepping back and clearing his throat. "Blake, party of two." The girl looked a bit shaken, but showed him to his seat where he leaned against the wall and ordered a glass of water.

The place was swanky, but being the head of a major shipping company came with perks he supposed, like the reserved parking spot he'd pulled up next to. Whatever he was driving was probably way more expensive than his 72 Chevy Chevelle, but he'd take his car over anything on the road...except maybe a Bugatti, those things were speed on wheels. He'd only been waiting about ten minutes or so when a sort of scruffy looking guy came in and looked around before walking over to him and extending his hand in greeting.

He was the most laid back business exec Bishop had ever seen...he liked him already. Shaking the hand, Bishop got him in a vice grip before letting go. "Nice to meetcha." They took their seats and Blake said he could order what he wanted....he shouldn't have said that. "You might be rich...but you've obviously never seen me shovel down food. You ever watch Dragonball Z....you know that Goku guy that can eat forever and not get full? I'm like that, but worse." In truth Bishop did eat insane amounts of food because his powers allowed him to. He didn't know the whole technical aspect, but to put it simply, he could eat a lot and not get full. He perused the menus in front of him, and then ordered what seemed to be half of it.

The girl asked him if he was serious, and he looked at her with that, "do I look like I'm joking" face. So she wrote it all down and headed off to the kitchen. After she was gone, Blake joked and asked if he got assignments like this often."Not as many as you'd think. Usually they call me when a smackdown needs to be laid. You must do nothing but stuff like this though right?"
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Turns out this guy was Bishop, not that that was particularly much of a surprise. Given he was from SHIELD a high level of conditioning was a given. That was something that Blake had come to understand very quickly about SHIELD. When he had first arrived in the states after his second stint living in England he had imagined that they were much like his home country's agency, STRIKE. But they weren't, not on the finer points anyway. STRIKE was about furtiveness, intelligence and out witting people. SHIELD on the other hand were more like a steroid enhanced version of Team America. Now Blake had nothing against them, in fact he wholeheartedly supported the job they did, keeping the bad mutants in line and trying to give the good ones a positive reputation, but it was still a stark contrast to what he was used to.

Bishop accepted the handshake... And then some. Tank's eyes gave nothing away as he stared blankly back at the larger man, expertly suppressing the fact that it felt like his had was being crushed to dust. Internally he unleashed a torrent of swearing but externally the young Englishman remained entirely impassive. Once the handshake was finally over Blake took his seat and shuffled it in slightly, flexing his nearly broken hand under the table. As expected the guy was beyond strong. He wondered how it would go in a fight, but theorized realistically that he would probably get his ass handed to him on a platter. For all his toughness though, he spoke and dressed informally. After all, it wasn't like he was in a full uniform and had demanded that Blake call him 'Bishop Sir!' The younger man imagined Bishop had the potential to be quite an interesting fellow once he had loosened up with some food and chit chat.

After Blake has made his order he offered for the SHIELD officer to have whatever he liked, prompting a joke that he could eat like Son Goku. Blake laughed.
"Oh I remember that show alright mate. I used to watch that shit religiously man, every day after school, 4:00 sharp."
He added with a grin. That sure took him back alright, it seemed like a long time ago. He wasn't sure he had even known what a mutant was back then, after all he must have only been seven or something. But Blake was a firm believer in the idea of chaos theory being applied to life. Sure he could have wished for something to be different in his past, just something little like keeping one friend once he was a mutant, or living with his father after the split instead of his mother, but in changing something small like that, you have no idea what greater changes could come of it. He took what he had and was happy with it, leaving the past behind and the future to itself.

"And don't worry about how much you eat either. Let me put it this way, where's the most expensive item on the menu..."
He paused as he picked up the piece of fancy printing he hadn't actually looked at in a while. He normally ordered the same thing and rarely ever touched the menu.
"Looks like the lobster. You could eat an 'undred of those and my bank balance would still probably go up today."
He explained with a grin.
"So seriously, have whatever and however much you want. Consider it my way of saying thank you for not letting my storage place down at the docks be blown up by that Nitro fellow last week. I 'eard SHIELD took care of that one."
He continued, watching as the fit waitress made her way off to the kitchen to deliver their orders.

Tank pushed along the conversation, light heatedly asking if Bishop did these sorts of tasks often. The big man declined and said he was usually the can of whoop-ass they opened on the enemy. Blake smiled, and chuckled slightly at Bishop's way of putting things. Then the SHIELD man said he thought Blake did nothing but this. The younger man shook his head.
"Not when I can 'elp it mate. To be honest I don't know the first thing about all this bollocks, but I inherited the company for my dad and I have to sign off on really big contracts personally. Normally though I like to leave the paper work to the lawyers and desk jockeys."
He explained as the waitress returned with their drinks. Blake cracked open his redbull and downed half of the can before placing it back down.

"Normally, I wake up late, get something to eat before heading in to class at NYU. Then after class I normally hit the gym for some MMA training and then waste the rest of my night on xbox or booze and birds."
Blake clarified with a grin.
"It's a hard life but somebody's gotta do it."
He joked. There was a pause as Blake took another drink before turning back to Bishop.
"What about you? Any hobbies beside kickin' evil in the face?"
He inquired.
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From what he could tell, this Blake guy wasn't like most of the tightwad paper pushers he'd seen or dealt with. It obviously had to do with the fact that he was younger than Bishop himself, and had inherited the company he now ran, not built it from the ground up. According to Blake, he did the bare minimum and got the max benefit; Lucas was more of a fan of hard work, but he had nothing against those who had fortune thrown in their laps. Blake wasn't too much younger than him so his DBZ reference wasn't just recognized, but the guy watched the show as much as he did; what were the odds?

"Yeah man, that show was all encompassing when I was younger. Still watch it from time to time and reminisce if I catch it on TV." A little explanation later and he realized that Blake wasn't just wealthy, he was fucking loaded. Weekend parties with supermodels and mountains of caviar danced through his head; courtesy of Roberto's many accounts of his weekend parties with supermodels and mountains of caviar. "Sounds like you're just rollin in the dough; might start callin you Mr. Moneybags. And I probably could eat a hundred, but I'm fine with what I got...might get some dessert though."

Another laugh and he nodded his head about the incident with the mutant bomb. "Nitro's a tough one, but everyone has a weakness that can be exploited; the team that took him down found it obviously, heh." He ignored Blake's obvious interest in the waitress, but listened when he broke down his daily routine; an easy life it sounded like, but Lucas wasn't sure he could deal with so much leisure. He was used to always having something to do since childhood; it was basically ingrained into him and just sitting around, not doing much sounded boring. "Sounds like fun, but too much lounging for my tastes man.

As for what I like to do, a bit a this, a bit a that. Usually I'm up around dawn, do a light workout like a few mile run or somethin like that. Afterward I get ready for work; if I'm not on call I do random stuff like watch a movie or play games until I get restless. Later on in the day I hit the training center myself for a few rounds of sparring and a workout regimen. During the night time I'm either at home or at the bar; as for my lady situation....a gentleman never kisses and tells...unless he's drunk, then all's fair game." Downing the cup of water he wiped a small remaining trickle from the corner of his mouth and tilted his head at Blake. "You do MMA? You any good?"
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Bishop revealed his own love of DBZ when he was younger and Blake grinned. Those were the days alright, he recalled running around in empty fields playing Dragon Ball games, waving hands at the other kids and protesting when they didn't all fall dead from his Kameha. Those friends were long since gone however, a fissure dividing them when Tank's powers unmistakably manifested. It had been a tough time as he was introduced to the dark side of human nature in a hurry. It wasn't just theirs either. He saw the other side of the coin that was his own human nature and to be entirely honest it was a scary experience. He remembered the first time he got in a fight over his being a mutant. It was a fight that he had won but not without cost. It had been his first look at the dog eat dog world he had been thrust into and at the time it was something he didn't very much like.

The young Englishman pointed out a little example of how much money he earned and noted his counterpart's vaguely impressed expression. Blake smirked slightly, knowing full well it was going to take him a while to get used to the wealth too. He had been perfectly happy using it so far, but to truly grasp the concept of what he could do with his money if he actually paid attention to it was something currently beyond his scope. The bigger man said that he might get a dessert and Blake shrugged.
"Go for your life mate. No skin off my nose."
He added casually. He picked up the dessert menu and browsed quickly through, nodding slightly at a couple of items on there.
"Actually I think I might 'ave to join you for that. Some of this sounds mental-good."
He mentioned.

'Mr Moneybags' went into his day to day life, in a way reminding himself as much as telling Bishop. The military man said that it was too much down time for his tastes and Blake shrugged. He guessed it was the same for him to a degree, but it wasn't enough to stop him. He couldn't see himself having quite the motivation to be constantly active as someone who ended up in SHIELD.
"Yeah I see what ya' mean man. Sometimes I wonder if I should be doing something else, like my day is just to empty. I feel like I'm forgetting things. But I can cope with being lazy alright."
He said with a little chuckle. He was lazy and both aware and comfortable with that fact.

Turning the tables the dark skinned man elaborated on his own schedule. The little insight into his life allowing Blake the extra step in befriending the man. From the moment they'd first started talking the Englishman had thought Bishop seemed like a good dude and the confirmation that he wasn't a total robot and that they shared some pastimes was the deal maker. Blake took special notice when the bigger man mentioned that he spent many-a-night at the bar.
"Oh mate! We should totally hit up the town sometime. I'll show you 'ow to party rich kid style."
He added with a sly grin, all the while noting however that he might have to be careful of his less legal vices while in the presence of the G-Man. None the less, Blake was sure he could stall till he was twenty-one and then find a big, fancy party for them to hit.

Bishop inquired about his MMA and Blake shrugged unconfidently.
"I like to think I'm the man but to be perfectly honest I doubt I'm anything special. I 'aven't really been training for that long with my MMA but I've done a bit of other stuff so I'm alright at it. Certainly wouldn't be up to your standard of training."
The English guy pointed out truthfully.
"I'd love to spar with you sometime anyway though mate."
He added in, hoping for another good training partner. After all, his coach always said that the key to good ground game was having lots of different training partners. As dangerous as it was, Blake allowed himself to wonder if he could take on the big man in a fight. Granted he had powers that made the size difference irrelevant, but he also had no idea what Bishop was capable of and after all, he did beat up rogue mutants for a living. Blake concluded that his chances probably weren't that great...

Once again the cute waitress strolled out from the kitchen, this time with three plates of food, one large one for the heir with a massive burger and pile of chips and two smaller ones for the SHIELD operative. Not that he was out-done however as the pretty young woman had to make another whole trip to deliver the rest of the purple eyed patron's meal. Blake grinned at the plethora of foods spread across their table.
"I hope your a fast eater because if not we're gonna be 'ere all day."
He joked, taking another swig of his redbull and making a start on the burger. After completing a mouthful the younger man proceeded with the conversation.
"So what is it exactly that you do for SHIELD if you don't mind my askin'?"
He pitched, trying to be careful not to be pushy into government business while also satisfying his curiosity at what Bishop did at work.
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He'd noticed Blake eying his scar from time to time; he wasn't ashamed of the brand at all. In fact he'd come to wear it with pride, because when people found out what it meant, they knew he was a mutant...a fact he was proud of. He figured if he got too curious, he'd just outright tell him; it would keep him from making things really awkward in the long run. He eyed the dessert menu and picked out several things he would like to have after his food, which he was quite frankly getting tired of waiting for, despite not having been waiting that long at all; when a man got hungry though, he wanted his food ASAP...especially a man who ate like Lucas did.

After listening to him, Blake admitted that while he was lazy, he was content if only by so much. He also suggested that he and Lucas go for a night on the town; he wasn't against the idea as he didn't get much time to do such things. "Sounds like fun; I haven't partied rich boy style for about a year or so now." Truthfully he'd never partied rich boy style, but he was willing to give it a shot....especially with Blake footing the bill. He nodded his head when Blake admitted he wasn't all that and a bag of chips was a good sign for his future. "In my short time on this Earth, I've learned from history and personal experience that a great fighter is someone who can admit his flaws, constantly work to improve, and is never satisfied.

If you get content, you get soft, you make mistakes....you get ko'd in the first round." He laughed about the training though, as Blake had no idea. "Training in general is tough, SHIELD training is torture, and I push myself even harder than that. But a spar would be great; I might learn a thing or two myself. When the food came, his eyes lit up, and he dug in immediately; in fact he was eating before Blake even joked about him being a fast eater, and he was almost done with his first plate. Taking a big gulp, he got some juice to help it go down.

"Gotta eat fast when you do what I do, usually don't have time to savor it. As for what I do; it's complicated." He took a few more bites and wiped his fingers with a napkin; how did one explain his duties? "I'm a special field agent primarily within SHIELD's mutant division; which simply put means I do anything mutant related, or that my powers make me better suited for than a regular person. For example say there was a bomb threat; if the bomb squad can't defuse it...they call me because it could blow up in my face and I'd be fine, plus I'd minimize the property and collateral damage because of my powers. So to put it simply....I do whatever SHIELD needs me to do at the time." He scarfed down a bit more food and asked for a refill before locking eyes with Blake and running a finger over his scar. "I noticed you lookin at the brand earlier...wanna know the story behind it?"
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When Bishop accepted his offer to party sometime Blake was stoked. It was his thing really, getting out of the house, hitting the town. It was how he formed bonds with people the best, after all some of the best friends he had ever had he had gotten so close to through partying and antics. There was just something about the camaraderie and atmosphere of going for a boy's night out that brought everyone closer and more often than not, it stuck. Plus the young heir was always happy to get to know knew people, especially in New York. To be perfectly honest he was a tad lonely here. There were people he knew, ones at the Xavier institute, a couple of old party accomplices from his old days. But he didn't have any really good solid friendships here, something he was keen to fix as soon as he could manage. Life was just no fun without someone to get in and out of trouble with. Not that he thought Bishop would accrue much trouble given his size...

They moved on to chatting about their respective fight training and Blake gave a mildly impressed smile and a little tilt of the head at Bishop's wise words. The constant need to improve, that drive was something Blake knew he had. He had it in spades too, there was just something about his MMA training that really made him push himself, and enjoy it too. Bishop pointed out that if you got complacent it was all over, you and your senses taking a short break from their relationship. Blake nodded to that.
"Yeah man, gotta be careful in the ring, there's some serious guys out there. Can't let ya focus drop for even a second."
The talk of some sparring was thrown around and Blake grinned, it was sure going to be fun, maybe they could even get in some powers work from time to time. Probably best not to let that out in the normal gym Blake trained in...

"Yeah tops mate. I imagine the helicarrier training areas are pretty secret, but you can come down to my gym sometime if ya want. I bought up a bit of a dojo not far from my place, got a cage and all the exercise and practice gear you could ever need. Even got a couple of professional fighters training out of there now."
He concluded with a little smile. It was always sweet to train with those dudes too, they pushed him really hard but he learned heaps every time they jumped in the ring. Next thing their food was there and Bishop was already into it, answering Blake's comment about eating fast with his actions before his words. Saying in a fair enough comment that the SHIELD work didn't leave him with overly much time to eat. The Englishman nodded,
"Guts mate. I like to take the time to enjoy my food."
He pitched, knowing he was a bit of a slow eater. He ate a lot for someone his size, partially due to his abilities he had no doubt, but none the less he couldn't wolf stuff down at the speed the g-man could.

Tank asked about Bishop's duties at SHIELD and he good naturedly responded, pointing out that he was sort of a mutant go to guy, taking on anything where his powers would be of use. Blake nodded to that. It made sense, after all, SHIELD had a lot to be careful of as an organization he had no doubt. The boy was sure that SHIELD were under a lot of pressure to perform well given their undoubtedly controversial stand point on using mutants in doing good. Blake was all for it of course, but he imagined the US government held a little more trepidation than his own home government had, and with all of the tension surrounding the mutant issue Blake guessed that SHIELD would have to probably work harder than any other government organization just to get the same level of trust, respect and autonomy as many other divisions of the US federal system had. To that end he could see why they liked to use their mutants to do everything they could in dangerous situations. He wouldn't personally want to be a SHIELD operative, it just wasn't really him... But none the less he did respect the job they did.

Bishop said he had noticed Blake noticing his mark on his eye and asked if he wanted to hear the story behind it. After finishing his mouthful of food Blake nodded.
"Yeah sure, I bet it's a good one, after all you don't see something like that every day."
He pointed out with a genuine and sincere smile.
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