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| Topic Started: Jul 26 2015, 10:34 PM (160 Views) | |
| Spitfire | Jul 26 2015, 10:34 PM Post #1 |
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July 22nd 10am Sauntering out of the training room, Jac carried her gym bag over one shoulder, her other hand dangling free. She was dressed fairly casual in training gear, her jacket stuffed half in her bag as it was plenty warm enough to go about in just the grey tank she wore with her pants and boots. Her hair was braided, the long knot of hair tossed over one shoulder because if she ever lost her job at SHIELD, she could always get a spot as Elsa at Disneyland. It had been a run of the mill training session, at least for her anyway. Nothing had come out too bruised. Mostly, she had been bouncing around to test her reflexes while dozens of little things up to big things had been tossed her way. Mostly they had all missed. Mostly. When things came at you in all directions there was an inevitable spot where they all met, eventually. It wasn’t a case of just dodging, but staying out of that crossfire too. That had been followed up by a little light cardio (always amusingly called so) and some standard strength testing on her legs. While her top half was above average due to all her working out and so forth her legs were rather naturally quite super. Not in the range of Pietro, but she could pack a serious kick. All this hard work made a former little terrorist hungry…spotting a candy machine, Spitfire slowed down on instinct and inspected its shiny contents with a practiced eye. It’d do. She still missed the sweets and chocolates from back home, but it wasn’t like she was without. Pulling her bag around, the blonde dug in a side pocket for some coins and fitted them into the machine, listening to the hollow rattle as they went in. Being English, it was almost second nature to lug about lots of change, but she’d noticed that most Americans seemed oddly averse to such a practice. Personally, she was oddly averse to dollar bills as it always made it seem as if one had more money than they really did, but hey, she’d already had her Rage Against the Machine act… Pressing the buttons for her selection, something whirred inside and shunted forward a packet of M&Ms. Couldn’t go wrong with that. A little more change went in and she got back some Sour Patch Kids. Cause gummys were pretty much the best. And with enough change for one more, she went in for a Butterfinger, only instead of whirring forward and dropping, the thing gave an awkward skip and jammed, denying her of the treat. Scowling, Jac reached forward and slapped the glass. “Oh, come on! Really?” the young woman huffed, dropping her bag. Then her expression darkened a little and she sauntered around the machine, leaning against the side. Checking no one was watching, she gave it a mighty boot and the whole thing shuddered, several candy bars dropping out of their holds and not just the Butterfingers either… To be fair, she did just take what she’d paid for. And a Milky Way. But nothing else. Everyone else could just take it and think they were benefitting from pay it forward day and hopefully ignore any little footprint she might have left in the side of the machine. Putting her spoils in the change pocket of her bag, she kept out her M&Ms, rapidly chewing through the pack as she carried on with the vague direction of the refectory and then maybe the deck. All the while she kept her eye out for a familiar face; she might have been a Defender for almost two years now, but there were still plenty who remembered her as a member of the Brotherhood, former Acolyte and one time terrorist…plenty of people had died in Murderworld and not everyone forgot such a thing. |
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| Whetstone | Jul 26 2015, 11:34 PM Post #2 |
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Huh... Kit-kat... René moved down the hall after his brief stop at the candy machine, munching on his spoils. He was not a big sweet-eater, but a little snack here and there was not going to go amiss. Especially when his mood had so much improved over the past few days since his conversation with Bucky. It was refreshing to have a purpose again. To have something to do. He crunched into the delicious chocolate snack with relish as he made his way down the hall. He was wearing a standard Shield uniform, it had been a long time since he had put that on as well. He had spent a great deal of time in training cloths since his time in Korea. It felt weird honestly, he had spent a handful of hours in the training simulator that morning making sure his skills had not rusted but nothing compared to what he had been doing. He finished the candy at about the same time he caught up with a figure... A figure he recognized. Not from a personal association, but from the picture in her bio. After accepting Bucky's offer he had devoured the information his clearance had given him access to. Of course not all the information about the woman in the hall ahead of him was particularly flattering. But then... His own record was hardly anything but red so he couldn't really judge. He walked behind her for a few heartbeats before he drew level with her. Noting her bag of candy he held up the wrapper of his own and spoke. "This was you right?" He queried, his voice conversational, he wore an even smile and gave a small chuckle. "If so... I think you left a few more back in the machine." Dropping the wrapper down a convenient trash chute he held out his hand. "René Marceau." He said by way of introduction with a bright grin. It was important to make a good impression after all. His one with Bucky had begun a little rocky, he was determined to make a better one with the other members. Even if it was possible she was unaware of his recruitment. "Did the machine put up a fight?" He asked, raising his eyebrow but still smiling as he took note of her injuries. A few bumps and scrapes, nothing major. Appraisal was a skill one picked up in this line of work. You took in others at a glance, noting advantages and weaknesses in a a quick rapid tally. Friend or foe, it did not matter so instinctive was the action. |
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| Spitfire | Jul 28 2015, 10:16 PM Post #3 |
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This could either go amazingly, or incredibly badly. Or just somewhere in between and be a relatively normal encounter just for once. Several scenes ran through her head, but due to her quick nature, she was naturally able to come out with a quip that would be almost immediate to the person who had called out to her. “Are you going to boot-print the machine to find out?” Jac said with an air of fake innocence to the agent who appeared behind her, waving a Kit-kat at her. It was true she’d left a few things in the machine though, but clearly he seemed to have taken advantage of that fact so if anything, he should be thanking her. He disposed of the wrapper then brandished a hand at her. Narrowing her baby blues slightly, she stared at him for a moment before dropping her gym bag and taking him up on the handshake. “Jacqueline Falsworth. Most people just stick with Jac or Jackie or whatever though, but I’m not overly picky as long as you're not trying to be hilariously funny with my name, only failing at it miserably,” formalities concluded, she picked her bag back up, but didn’t yet heft it up over her shoulder. “The machine? No. Just a little light training. They pretend they’re training my reflexes, but really I’m just a cheap moving target for them. What they don’t realise is that I’m on to them for it,” glancing down, the blonde inspected a small bruise on her upper arm. Ah. Well. It was hardly the worst she’d ever had in the line of whichever duty you wanted to count. The man wasn’t overly familiar to her, but then again most SHIELD agents who didn’t work directly with the Defenders had that samey quality to them. The most she’d interacted with officials had been during her imprisonment and it wasn’t that she didn’t like them, but her own team kept her busy enough. “So…can I help you with something?” she asked, starting to really hope that he wasn’t in charge of the vending machines on that level or something, because that would be pretty typical of her luck. |
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| Whetstone | Jul 29 2015, 01:56 PM Post #4 |
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René kept himself from chuckling at her quip about the boot-print and shook his head. "Ill leave that to the boys in the forensic department." He mused back dryly with a grin and a shrug of his shoulders. "Then I should thank you... Looks like you've done an admirable job in keeping our targeting skills sharp." René flexed his fingers as the woman questioned his reasoning for approaching her and he nodded quickly. "Don't suppose being friendly is a good enough reason for you?" He asked with only a breath of hesitation. He debated hiding the truth of his assignment from her for a heartbeat but decided against it almost immediately. He had the papers and there was no benefit to keeping the information from her. "I recognized you from your file." He said without batting an eye, tilting his head slightly in a way to indicate that they could continue walking if she chose. "I just recently was given a reason to read a bit of what they have about you on file." He let that implication hang in the air for a only a second before he went on. "Really impressive numbers. Kind of surprised you only knocked some candy loose... Figured you would be able to kick a hole right in the machines side if you wanted to." He glanced meaningfully down the hall towards the direction of the vending machine for a moment before he continued. "In fact i've read a bit about your whole team... It's just that aside from Bucky your first other member i've bumped into." He shifted his weight slightly on his feet and continued. "It's less creepy than I made that sound." He held up a hand as if to ward off bad thoughts and continued with a slight laugh. "I've recently been assigned to join the team on a trial basis. Figured it would be a good idea to get to know the people I am going to be working with." He thought back to Bucky's words, his comment on how people like Spitfire had changed the world. Bucky had included him in that statement. He wondered for a moment if that were really true. The woman across from him was a true superhuman. She could outrun him. She could escape any danger or beat anyone else to it's source. She could run from one end of the Helicarrier and back before he could make it a handful of steps and not break a sweat. He wondered for an instant whether she was part of the light or shadow that Bucky had spoken about but he decided quickly. He knew some of her background. He knew what she had done since. “My codename is Whetstone. Silly I know. But Shield has never been that creative with names.” He doubted she would know him from the name. He was a successful asset, but his type of mission did not tend to attract laurels and attention from his peers. Maybe that would be changing in the future? |
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| Spitfire | Jul 30 2015, 09:54 PM Post #5 |
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Laughing as he spoke about the targeting skills of agents, Jac brushed down her shirt. “They could never hit me before I was on the same side as them. The day someone finally lands a hit, then we can talk about sharp skills.” That day hopefully wasn’t going to arrive any day soon. Right now she was alright to be on the ‘good guys’ team, but really all she was doing was what she’d done with the Brotherhood. Only now, it was with a different costume. At first he went around singling out by asking her if being friendly wasn’t enough, and Jac shook her pale head. “You sure you’re in the right place?” she wasn’t an unfriendly person, but despite her closeness to people like Bucky and Pietro, mostly she was content to hold back off getting to know too many folk. Her face almost took on a scowl as he said about reading her file and the speedster hoped he wasn’t one of those morbid types who liked to talk kills…impressive numbers? Really? She hoped he meant skills and not a headcount. Or speed, but then she wasn’t nearly as impressive as others either and always found that an empty compliment. “I’ve put holes in tougher. I just didn’t want to put a hole in the vending machine; it’s called control you know,” it was a somewhat dry response, but Jac was at the stage where she was reasonably certain that the man was not trying to offend her. “Ah, so you’re new meat huh?” she smirked as the reason now came out. Made sense, they had to keep diverse after all. With so many international members too, it happened that sometimes people were called back to home duty for a while as well. His French accent didn’t peg him as a local, but he didn’t seem fresh on deck either. “Nice to meet you then I suppose. If you’ve already met Bucky then I’m sure you’ve already gone over the basics of our unit and if you’ve read our files, then you must have gotten the bigger picture too…” she mused, regarding him carefully. It begged the question, was he just being polite or was there something else to it? “Are you going to move in with the rest of us? Most of the team is over in the Flatiron. Security is pretty good and the roof is ours. Works as a nice helipad. Or quinpad, rather. Some people find it strange at first, but it works pretty good and keeps us with a central location to track back to without having the bustle of this place,” with a gesture of her hand, Jacqueline indicated the helicarrier around them. |
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