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| Topic Started: Nov 29 2015, 03:42 AM (383 Views) | |
| Kristoff Vernard | Nov 29 2015, 03:42 AM Post #1 |
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November 15th 2pm "I do not need an escort," snapped the young man, dressed in his diplomatic attire, a black suit, with strategically placed accents of silver at cuffs, collar, breast and greaves, a green cloak worn over his shoulder, clasped with a large green and silver emblem that was the mark of his royal personage. He was pale of skin, dark of hair, and his eyes... there was a certain level of hauntedness in those blue eyes, if one looked past the arrogance. "I'm sorry, sir," said the SHIELD agent who walked with him, his hand conspicuously on his hip weapon. "But, given your... security status..." Kristoff Vernard stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at the Agent, "And, what status might that be, Agent..." he glanced down at the man's nameplate, "Agent Rodriguez? What status might that be? My status as a petitioner for assistance? My status as a diplomat whose country is being besieged by an enemy nation? My status as a representative of a country still part of the Unite Nations, despite what it is you think about that membership? Which of those is the concern?" The Agent frowned and said, "Your status as an Agent of Victor Von Doom..." A smirk crossed Kristoff's face and he said, "I'm not his agent. I'm his son, and don't for a moment think I am unaware of the sort of man he is. That does not change the fact that something is happening that SHIELD needs to be aware of, or should we just allow the Balkan States to just devolve into war? You people with your shiny aircraft carriers in the sky dislike when my father beats the drums of war, but when they march on his people, you should turn away? Yes. I'm so very glad to know where my people stand. Now, is this the way to Director Fury's office?" Kristoff started walking again, his cape billowing behind him, "I'm sure he's expecting me." Agent Rodriquez quickened his pace. He would be glad to deliver this pompous creep to his boss. There was just something about Doom and everyone close to him that just made his skin crawl. |
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| Spitfire | Nov 30 2015, 12:14 AM Post #2 |
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Spitfire, Winter Soldier, Kristoff and poor Agent Rodriguez who needs a raise Lunch had been and gone, so that was good timing at least, not that there ever was a good time for a diplomat to turn up on the Helicarrier, especially when that diplomat was from Latveria. Jac knew plenty about the place, some from school and much learned since. They had recognition from the UN, so if there was trouble, they were entitled to the same help that any UN nation was. Nestled in the middle of Europe, that help was very much important because a war in Europe… Glancing across to Bucky, she zipped up her yellow uniform jacket as they headed into an elevator. So far the reports out of the Balkan region weren’t great. “So, think we should call off date night,” the speedster gave a small, wry smile, trying to lighten things a little. These were the kind of talks that could last for hours, and she was glad again for having recently eaten, but quickly the blonde turned serious. “So…this sounds fairly serious, huh. I can’t see why Vernard would come here if it wasn’t…” "What," Bucky said, walking beside his partner, eyes straight ahead, "you don't think that a night in a foxhole in a warzone is romantic? Remind me to change our anniversary plans." They stepped into the elevator and Bucky said, "If the chatter is true, whatever this is sounds... wrong to me. I'm not the world's expert on peace time, but I know war, and when former allies and neighbors start border disputes without provocation... that's not the normal way these things go." He glanced at her now. "Have you met this Vernard character?" “You think I’m thinking that far ahead?” she laughed, but only softly. “I have way too many dinners between now and then. But I suppose it depends how big the foxhole is,” Jac smirked before they turned a little serious once again. She had only learned about the wars of Europe, but Bucky had been there for the biggest and she knew that wouldn’t be far from his mind. The reported incursions were worrying, and not in Symkaria’s nature at all. They had been one of the more stable nations, or so she had learned. “Can’t say I have. You?” "Seen him on tv," Bucky answered, "Seems like a fairly stable joe. Not one to panic at a minor blowup. Fact that he's here and not his Daddy Dearest, suggests to me that either Doom is still incapacitated or he's keeping his nose clean." It was common knowledge that Doom was back in Latveria after his failed attempt to take over the world. According to the official word, the Phoenix Force that had infected the so-called Illuminati had manipulated them into releasing it. Bucky knew a little about brainwashing, obviously, and he was willing to give the Latverian ruler the benefit of the doubt... but he was also smart enough to recognize political damage control spin when he heard it. The truth was somewhere in the middle, of that he was certain. "One thing's sure," he muttered, "I don't know if that kid knows how to fight his way out of a paper bag. Fury thinks he can put us on diplomatic babysitting duty, I am gonna be very annoyed." “Yeah, well if it’s babysitting him or the people…none of them asked for this, same as any civilians when this happens.” It would be a pretty major thing if they got shifted to Europe, though. Sometimes, table talks turned this sort of thing around. Sometimes, they didn’t. There was no way at all of telling how this was going to go, they might as well roll a dice or toss a coin. “At least they sent the stable joe though, right?” the elevator stopped and she brushed her hand against his as they walked towards Fury’s office. “It’s a better start, Latveria wanting to work with us.” Her words were just common sense, that Bucky would know to be true in any case. But this wasn’t the usual briefing that they were summoned to. It was very unusual. Bucky smirked and said, "Well, compared to Baron Von Nutbar, I'm a stable Joe." He nodded, "But I know what you mean. Vernard's been acting in Doom's place since the Illuminati went down, and this is the first time there's been a sign of things going south, so I'm sure he's more than just Daddy's Little Prince." They neared Fury's Office at the bow of the helicarrier, and the tension in the air grew. The agents who passed in the halls looked like they were waiting for a shoe to drop. SHIELD was the neighborhood watch for the entire world, they were the peacekeepers and they were exceedingly lucky that most of the major events of a preternatural nature were confined to New York based trauma. It was one of the reasons that, though there were helicarriers over seven major regions of the world, the largest, the commandpost was between Liberty and Ellis. There had been peace since the Phoenix Force was banished from the bodies of those who would use it for evil, relative peace anyway. Was this going to be the start of another world shaking event? "Everyone's in a festive mood," Bucky said. "and for once, it's not me making that they're rolling out the red carpet for." “Feeling a little left out?” Jac raised an eyebrow as Bucky commented how the welcome wagon wasn’t for him. This time anyway. That was something to be glad about; she could remember how things had gone when Pietro had pulled her along that day they had gone back in time to 1945. “It really can’t be good if he’d come to us though, for all that he seems, he has a population to protect. Latveria is one of the most advanced countries in Europe. To ask for our help…” she paused in the corridor, the doorway to the office in sight. Maybe it was just the atmosphere that put her on edge, but there really was something in the air. Ahead of them was a flash of green. “Well, that’s appropriately…dramatic.” "The man is a Doom," Bucky remarked, as Kristoff emerged from around a corner, decked out in something less than his father's full suit of armor, but close enough in style to show that the apple did not fall that far from the tree. "Just be glad he's not wearing a sword on his hip or something. I don't have much truck with royalty. Killed a few but never took time to talk to them." Kristoff stopped in his tracks when he saw the two standing in front of Fury's office. "Ah," he said, arching his brow, "the Winter Soldier, and Spitfire. Either you are here to represent the Defenders in this conference, or you are here to protect the Director from the heir to Doom. I assure you the latter is not necessary, but I do welcome the former." "You know us by sight, do you?" Bucky asked, not liking that piece of information. Kristoff smiled slightly, "My father made it a point to educate me on all who work beneath the banner of the 'caped heroes.'" Bucky's grim smile did not touch his eyes, "Oh, I just bet he did." Jac snorted as Bucky said about killing royalty. “I feel being British I should either be offended that you killed a royal, or ask which country so I can see if I can be amused instead. And can you imagine if he even tried to wear a sword on here? Think I’d do alright against one anyway, not like he’s quick enough to stab me.” “Even the deep shadow banner? That’s either pretty impressive or pretty paranoid,” Spitfire folded her arms across her slender chest and studied him intently with her blue eyes. “But what we are here for depends entirely on you. I can say I’ve not punched anyone all day and it would be rather nice to not break that record, as I do like the occasional day off.” "It's no country you knew of," Bucky said, quietly, "I don't think it even exists anymore." But then, there was Kristoff and Jac was showing just what she was made of. The heir of Latveria smiled at her words and said, "Both of those descriptions fit my father to a tee." He put a silver gauntleted hand to his face and said, "I'd certainly not want to be the one to spoil your non-punching streak, so, let's join the Director, shall we? Agent Rodriguez, would you care to announce us?" Rodriguez looked annoyed at playing manservant to this arrogant piece of... work and he looked at the two heroes who had been waiting, muttering under his breath, "I'm not going to cry when I'm done with him, let me tell you that." |
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| Ted Kaplan-Altman | Nov 30 2015, 10:59 PM Post #3 |
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Eastern Europe was, admittedly, not usually Ted's beat... he had a hard enough time keeping track of the activity of Thieves' Guild and Red Court along with the various short-term assignments that SHIELD kept him busy with, without further burdening his already overloaded mind with global politics. That said, ever since his involvement with the Illuminati situation a couple of years back, he'd had a bit of a personal grudge against Victor von Doom... which had only been made worse when he'd learned that Doom's disappearance when the Illuminati had been defeated had merely been a change of venue to the Dark Dimension. Billy's Dark Dimension. So now that the Latverian tyrant was back on his own soil, Ted had been paying more attention to briefings related to the region than his earlier habit. So when he'd heard that the man's son was aboard the Helicarrier, a combination of curiosity and caution had brought him out of his workstation to see this Kristoff Vernard for himself. The most common theory among those who knew of the visit was that it had something to do with the Symkarian incursions into Latveria... that Kristoff was asking for SHIELD's help. Which was on the one hand plausible enough, and on the other hand strikingly out of character. There was more going on beneath the surface than showed to superficial analysis, of course... that was always true. But there was a huge difference between knowing that, and knowing what it was. Ted reached the hallway outside the Director's office with no real difficulty, and was unsurprised to see Spitfire and the Winter Soldier arrive a few minutes later... a high-profile visitor like this would naturally attract the attention of equally high-profile operatives. A moment later, a green-cloaked armored figure joined them (smaller than I thought he'd be, Ted thought) and Spitfire took the opportunity to challenge the Latverian diplomat while the shapeshifter took the opportunity to study his appearance. He couldn't help but smile at her words, though. Though Ted had been pretty skeptical of Spitfire when she'd first turned her coat, he'd come around as he'd seen her throw herself into SHIELD's operations, including those against her former allies in the Brotherhood, and by now he didn't think of her any differently than any other SHIELD agent. |
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| Wiccan | Dec 2 2015, 08:45 PM Post #4 |
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JP Wiccan, Kristoff, Bucky & Rodriguez The idea of making this trip was not something that sat all that well with Billy; he was principled and for someone who claimed to have an open mind, was incredibly judgemental when it came to certain people. However he understood that no amount of complaining would get him out of this assignment, this was all part and parcel of his education and really keeping an eye on Doom and his heir wasn’t all that out of his normal parameters. He just hoped that small talk wasn’t going to be all the more awkward than it was the last time the young sorcerer had come across the Emperor. While Billy was related to at least half of the Defenders, and was married to one of their Agents, Billy did not carry any form of SHIELD security clearance and teleporting directly onto the helicarrier was most likely moving him higher and higher up a list of people that was one day going to get him arrested, but it was a trait he inherited from Wanda. Locating where the VIPs were, was just a matter of a well-placed location charm, teleporting into a location that was meant to be blocked from teleporting was something else and took some special tweaking of the normal routines that he used when teleporting. Luckily for Billy it was something he’d practised several times already and the portal opened and allowed him to step through onto the Helicarrier without too much effort. With rucksack slung from his shoulder he took a moment to familiarise himself with his new surroundings, making note of anyone he recognised. “I’m pretty sure I’m expected, or at least I hope I’m expected.” Billy spoke to no one in particular, at least trying to maintain a professional aura given that Teddy was working and this was his territory and Billy was the interloper. In the few seconds between their arrival and Fury allowing them in his office, two others appeared. One, a SHIELD agent of some size and bulk, and the other... well, let's just say that his unconventional mode of appearance did not sit well with the SHIELD agents currently in the hallway. Rodriguez had his weapon out and drawn before Wiccan stepped through the portal, and to his credit, despite his distaste for the Heir of Doom, he did his duty, and took position in front of the diplomat, not lowering his pistol even once he recognized the young man. "State your business," he demanded. Billy claimed that he was expected, and Rodriguez looked at the Soldier and Spitfire to judge their reactions. Since neither of them seemed alarmed, he lowered his weapon, and holstered it, making sure that he did not snap the weapon in place, just in case. "There's proper ways of getting on the 'carrier, Wiccan," the Soldier said, "and, there's ways likely to get you shot. Guess which one you just chose?" "The Apprentice is prone to action before thought, Soldier," Kristoff said, his accented voice not betraying any emotional response, "But he's apparently one of the 'righteous heroes', so I imagine he poses no threat." “Apologies, I preferred to not wait for a jet to come pick me up.” It was genuine, at least from the sense that Billy did not wish to become riddled with bullets, thankfully it didn’t go that far. “I’ll bear in mind to ring for a lift next time.” Though given his proclivity for arriving without warning there might not be a next time, especially if SHIELD figured out how to block him from being able to appear on their carrier without any warning. The accented voice made its jibe towards the apprentice and Wiccan swallowed down any retort he might have been forming. Whatever was going on here must have been important if Kristoff was here in the company of SHIELD by choice, “Good to see you have recovered from your vacation in foreign climes, sir.” Billy directed towards Kristoff, just about keeping a civil tongue in his head. There was no secret that there was no love lost between Wiccan and the Von Dooms, the emperor had caused Wiccan to see things that he wished he could be easily forgotten. “Just passing through for a visit Kristoff or is your father in town as well?” Given Wiccan wasn’t abreast of what was going on, he had to start somewhere with finding out what exactly was happening if SHIELD was going to share. Kristoff forced a smile, but no one would surprised if it did not touch his eyes, "Father is recovering from his ordeal. I'll tell him you inquired. He'll be touched." "The Regent is here on official business, Wiccan," Bucky said, not entirely knowing what was going between the two, but not in the mood to watch two brats have a schoolyard fight. "You said you were expected? Fury call you in?" Billy didn’t possess the charisma to engage in a tit for tat with Kristoff and be able to come out on the other side without having been made to look idiotic in the long run, so he nodded and moved on, he was a guest in SHIELDs house he wasn’t about to throw his toys out of the pram to argue with Doom’s heir. “Yeah Fury asked for my help,” Wiccan didn’t go into too much details about why he was in, mostly to save any further arguments with Kristoff. “But given our previous expeditions into alternate dimensions he thought it’d be wise to have someone who understood what he’s been through,” Which was pretty much Billy speak for he wants him watched to make sure nothing came back with him, which was fair given that the dimension Billy banished him too gave him almost unlimited power while he was there. Kristoff cocked an eyebrow, "Fury requested you and not your Master. Curious and curiouser." Bucky glanced at Jac, and at the agents around them, "Look, you two have something to hash out, you get it done before you get in Fury's office. The old man's a professional, but he ain't known for his patience, and frankly, neither am I." He glanced at Hulkling and gave him a look. "You here for moral support for your partner, or are you here as an agent? Need to know." It was quite obvious that Billy’s dealings with Kristoff’s father was the elephant in the room – would he banish the Emperor to the Dark Dimension again if he had to replay that day in the UN building? Of course he would, it made sense to him there and then and it wasn’t like he acted entirely alone that day. “I can remain in constant contact with my Master if needed,” He confirmed, and if this proved to be too much for the Apprentice then Billy was pretty confident Stephen would step in before the world was thrown into total chaos. “It’s a grievance that will likely take longer than a few minutes to fix, I will however behave because this is not my helicarrier and I’m but a guest.” It was then that Wiccan cast his eye towards the heir apparent. “Agree to disagree, for the duration of whatever it is that is going on here?” The Sorcerer extended a hand, even if playing nice with a Doom left him feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Kristoff smirked, though he didn't intend to. He extended his gauntleted hand to clasp Wiccan's extended one and said, "Agree to disagree." Then he breezed past the assemblage, casually tossing back, "We should endeavor to find common ground, Apprentice. After all, once Valeria and I marry, we'll be practically relatives. I don't want to have drama over Christmas supper." The door to Fury's office opened, and as everyone filed in, Bucky rolled his eyes and muttered to Jac, "Babysitting." Well. That was something at least, it was in truth a position he did not truly think of. His family was vast and were this a feudal medieval period it would be the equivalent of one of the great royal houses of Europe but that was one offshoot of the family that Wiccan was not sure he wanted to be related to. Once the door to the office opened and the heir breezed past, Wiccan followed suit leaving the Soldier and Jac behind, curious to see just what he was letting himself in for, and hopefully not a Christmas with the Von Dooms, no matter how much he liked the idea of being in Europe for Christmas. |
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| Ted Kaplan-Altman | Dec 2 2015, 10:00 PM Post #5 |
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Ted was surprised by his husband's unexpected arrival... though not by his ability to penetrate helicarrier security. As far as he knew, there wasn't a barrier on Earth or off it that could keep Billy out if he really wanted in, he just hadn't realized Billy was going to be part of this briefing... though in retrospect, he ought to have expected it, given that his own reasons for being here applied far more strongly to Billy. He tensed in expectation of an intruder alarm going off, relaxed slightly when it didn't, nodded approvingly at Rodriguez' challenge. Much as he hated seeing anyone pointing a gun at Billy, that was protocol for an unauthorized presence on the Helicarrier. He relaxed all the way when that challenge was met and Billy's legitimacy accepted, with a private smile in his own mind at the fact that nobody even looked at him in the process. Which was exactly as it should be: Billy was here under his own power, for his own reasons, in his capacity as Apprentice to the Sorceror Supreme... and, beyond making him incredibly proud of his husband, none of that had anything to do with Ted. So of course the Winter Soldier had to screw that up. "You here for moral support for your partner, or are you here as an agent? Need to know." "I'm a SHIELD agent, Soldier," Ted replied in a clipped voice that was out of character for him, but the question irritated him. He could have explained that he hadn't even known Billy was going to be here, but of course that wasn't really the point, and he and Bucky both knew it. The fact was, he knew perfectly well that the day might come when his personal relationships -- whether to Billy, or to Xavier or his students, or others -- would come into conflict with his responsibilities to SHIELD. They already had, in some ways... he'd kept officially silent about both Mystique's and Alex's activity with X-Factor back when the former was a wanted criminal and the latter presumed dead and technically still under arrest were he alive, after all... and no doubt would again. That was the price he paid, and willingly, for having relationships with such singular figures (and, to be fair, the same principle applied in the other direction). So in one sense, it wasn't an unfair question. And in another sense, it was. More precisely, it was the sort of question that could only be answered incompletely. He was a SHIELD agent, and he was Billy's husband, and every choice he made he made in both capacities. And he had no doubt whatsoever that the Winter Soldier existed under his own similar potentially intolerable tensions... the man's every muscle spoke of them. So what was there to say? If a time came when they had to choose between personal and professional loyalties, they would, and they'd deal with the consequences. But a tense hallway gathering in front of Director Fury's office wasn't it. Neither was it the place to raise any of those issues, of course, so he didn't. That said, he was unable to resist adding an emotionless "There's no policy against couples briefing together, as far as I know, sir." He didn't actually allow himself to glance pointedly at Spitfire as he said it; he didn't have to. Not that the relationship between those two was official, but it could hardly be considered a secret. "After all, once Valeria and I marry, we'll be practically relatives. I don't want to have drama over Christmas supper." That overheard comment caused Ted to shake his head. Was everything going to come down to their family drama? The prospect of having Doom as a distant quasi-relative didn't bother him overmuch... certainly not after taking Magneto as a grandfather-in-law, or after his entire species went to war with Earth. Nothing is ever simple, he mused, filing into the Director's office after his superiors. |
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| Kristoff Vernard | Dec 6 2015, 09:06 PM Post #6 |
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"After all, once Valeria and I marry, we'll be practically relatives. I don't want to have drama over Christmas supper." "Should I wait until the pleasantries are over?" came the cold, arched voice of Nicholas J. Fury, who stood behind his desk, the floor to ceiling windows behind him showing the grey cold of the late fall of New York harbor. "I wouldn't want to interrupt family plans." "Director," Kristoff said as he swept into the room, cautious of those who trailed behind him, "Thank you for granting my access to your facility." Fury held up a dark hand, "Hold on a moment there. I agreed to a meeting. You'll state your piece and we'll go from there. No one is getting access to anything yet, not until we've had our little chat." He nodded up at Rodriguez, "Station at my door. Anyone tries to enter without my express permission, you shoot them." "Sir?" Rodriguez frowned, "Shoot them?" "Which part was unclear?" Fury asked, "The 'shoot' or the 'them?'" "Understood, sir," Rodriguez said, his tan face turning decidedly grey around the gills. He exited quickly. "That necessary, Fury?" Bucky asked, "What's going on, exactly?" Sitting down behind his desk, Fury indicated that everyone should take a seat. There was exactly one chair too few, but because the Soldier would habitually opt to stand, there was just enough. Fury couldn't have planned that, could he have?" "How do I address you?" Fury asked Kristoff, ignoring the Winter Soldier's question, "I haven't had too many opportunities to meet with royalty." "Kristoff is fine," the young man said, "Vernard or Regent if you must. I'm royalty by adoption, not by blood." "Kristoff then," Fury said, "So, I'm to assume that your visit here today has to do with the trouble along your borders?" The young man narrowed his eyes, "You're aware of what's happening to my people." "We're aware that there's been movement, and some minor conflict..." Kristoff leaned forwards, his eyes at that moment very reminiscent of his adoptive father's. "Minor? Three villages are decimated, nearly a thousand men, women and children aare dead. Latveria has...had a population of 500,000. That loss might seem like very little to you, but it would be the rough equivalent of a loss of 640,000 American citizens, a number greater than the population of my entire country. This is no minor conflict, Director, it is a tragedy that Latveria did not deserve." "How many people did Doom kill in his bid to take over the world?" Bucky muttered under his breath. Kristoff rose from his chair to face the Winter Soldier, "I will not make excuses for my father, because this has nothing to do with him. It has to do with the innocent citizens of a country that..." He stopped suddenly and took a deep breath, "You are attempting to goad me into showing what you believe to be my true colors. You believe that all Latverians are complicit in the actions of their emperor, regardless of the fact that he was beneath a cosmic influence and certainly did not ask his people to support him in his madness." "Did you support him?" Bucky snapped. The younger man lifted his chin, and smoothed his cloak, unnecessarily, "I cannot act in anyway that is contrary to my father, or against the good of Latveria... and if those two things are in conflict, I have no choice but to support my father. It is... conditioned within me." Bucky's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he realized what Kristoff was saying. He looked to the Director of SHIELD, who watched the exchange from his desk, silently, "Fury, you understand what's going on here, right?" "Stand down, Soldier," Fury said, "You too, Vernard." Kristoff did as he was told, and ignoring the daggers Barnes was shooting out of his eyes, he said, "Director, my people are dying. Whatever you feel about my father, my people need your help." Fury nodded his head once, "Agreed, but Latveria has never requested aid from SHIELD before. Why is this time different?" "Because I'm asking," Kristoff said, "Because Symkaria is acting out of character, because if we defend ourselves, the world will believe us the aggressor. Because we need help, Director, and we are bruised and battered. Because it is your job to help, and were the tables turned, SHIELD would defend the people of Symkaria against the evil Latverian forces. Because children are dying, our children... Please, Director. My people are proud, and yes, they are isolatory, but these attacks are unprovoked and unexpected. Symkaria and Latveria have ever been neighbors, not friends, but at least peaceful towards each other. If their government has so drastically changed their policies, should that not be cause for concern?" Looking around at the assemblage, Fury said, "You've heard his plea. Thoughts?" |
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| Spitfire | Dec 6 2015, 09:44 PM Post #7 |
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Taking a breath as Fury finished, she looked up at Bucky for a moment where he stood beside her seat, then back at the room in general. “I think we all know history well enough to know what happens when one European country makes violent incursions into another, and we’re not in the thirties anymore with the grace of limited technology. This is a problem, something maybe that feels strange over here in America where your neighbours don’t hustle you for land space every eighteen months, but this isn’t something that’ll just calm down. It’s very easy for things to destabilise. And people don’t learn from the past. If we do nothing now, what is it going to be like in six months from now? If they want war it won’t stay in Latveria; if we’re lucky the other countries in the area will only see the fallout from it, but that can be bad enough,” Jac had taken a seat, but as she spoke she had leaned forwards slightly. She knew Fury and Bucky would know what she said was fact and common sense. Her own upbringing had taught her it as well as what she had even just seen on the news as she had grown up. Looking to Kristoff, she stared at him carefully with her pale blue eyes. “So, we go to help you, to make a peace for you? Will we have freedom of movement in Latveria and then we, what? Turn a blind eye to old crimes?” It was pretty much the only way it could work, which probably meant a deep shadow operation for most of the SHIELD agents who might head that way, with the token few who would look good on camera to make things better for the region while everyone else in the world was glad it wasn’t their back garden getting torched. She was pretty sure that Fury had already made his mind up, and she glanced over at Wiccan and gave him a small smile. The ‘wrong’ twin being there stuck out like a sore thumb in a hand cream commercial. But, she trusted him. In better circumstance they would probably be in the corner talking about Game of Thrones instead of working their way through tactics for a modern run of it. As ‘normal’ as this seemed (at least into comparison to mind control and phoenix endowed people) that was perhaps the worrying part about it. Sometimes, people were their own worst enemies and war could rumble onwards as people could be stubborn and idealistic. “Does Symkaria have a superhuman population we should be worried about?” she couldn’t remember ever hearing about any exceptional powereds who came from the nation and so far the attacks were all too human, but it never hurt too much to err on the side of caution, or to bank on an advantage. |
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| Wiccan | Dec 7 2015, 09:33 PM Post #8 |
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Reality Warping/ Nice Pashmina
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Had Billy known more than a short while ago that he was going to be teleporting onto the Helicarrier, he might have warned Teddy that he was coming. This was his place of work he sort of deserved the warning, but there had not been the time or the opportunity, a slight smile tugged at the sorcerer's lips as Teddy confirmed that he was an agent - Billy didn't want to be treated any differently just because he was married to an agent on board the ship. "Apologies Director," Wiccan quickly added as Fury addressed them, it wasn't like the Sorcerer desired to get caught arguing with Kristoff in front of the others any further, more so now that the Director was listening. Filing inside of the office, Wiccan picked one of the chairs that had been brought in for the gathered agents and apprentice sorcerers. Settling down Wiccan listened to the exchange between Kristoff and the Director, while Wiccan had no love for either of the Von Dooms, Wiccan was not one to just willingly cast away the lives of those that had not asked for war to be brought to them. Wiccan knew all too well what it was like to live with the blood of innocents on his hand and ignoring such calls help was simply not something he could do. This was not his gig however, SHIELD had their mandate and Fury was their leader, whatever SHIELDs response was would be decided by him and him alone, or so Wiccan was fairly confident in. Wiccan was not entirely sure what his role was here, was he allowed an opinnion? Thankfully with an opinnion it was better to ask forgiveness than sit on it and let the opportunity pass by. "Ignoring the ruling family of Latveria, would SHIELD want the press campaign against them that came with ignoring a potential humanitarian crisis?" Wiccan was fairly confident that Fury was not bothered about what the press wrote about the organisation, and could stop it being published entirely if he flexed his middle finger but still, this was peoples lives. "Surely they must have a reason for invading your country in the first place? Countries do not go to war with something underpinning the declaration. So there's been no signs at all over there?" What Wiccan was more than wondering was if Doom had somehow done something to earn a reaction from its neighbor. |
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| Nick Fury | Dec 15 2015, 04:37 AM Post #9 |
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The Spy
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“So, we go to help you, to make a peace for you? Will we have freedom of movement in Latveria and then we, what? Turn a blind eye to old crimes?” Spitfire asked, and Kristoff's eyebrows raised, as he glanced towards Fury. "That is a question, isn't it?" he mused. "My father's exile into the Dark Dimensions was done without due cause, but that was to be expected. No quarter is given for those under mind control unless their name is Summers..." He didn't turn his head, "Or Barnes, I suppose." "It was a Summers who brought him back from that place," Fury pointed out, "without an authorization from the powers that be..." "The powers that be do not concern me," Kristoff said, "Latveria is a sovereign nation, and always has been. We comply with UN regulations regarding health, welfare, environment and world events. We do not align ourselves with the enemies of our enemies..." "Nor do you help the friends of your friends," Bucky muttered. "Ignoring the ruling family of Latveria, would SHIELD want the press campaign against them that came with ignoring a potential humanitarian crisis?" Wiccan replied. Fury held up his hand, "Enough!" he barked. "All of you. Enough. Spitfire, the status of the Illuminati and its members is a matter for the World Council. As such, unless I am ordered to send you into an International Incident, the decision has been made to sequester him in his exile. I am sure Mr Vernard here has made it clear to his father what the consequences of attempting to cross the borders will be." Kristoff inclined his head slightly, "I thought so. That said, I would assume that if Latveria is asking us for help, we should have the freedom within reason to move freely throughout the country. That how you see it, Kristoff?" Kristoff looked grim but he nodded, "The only limitations will be, of course, that we cannot have you prying into the running of our country. Our laws must be respected, but there will be exceptions according to need. We are willing to turn a blind eye, ourselves, as long as the Latverian people are protected from Symkaria's attacks." “Does Symkaria have a superhuman population we should be worried about?” came Spitfire's next question. "Silver Sablinova," Bucky said, "Silver Sable. She's a merc but on the side of right, hunts Nazis and the like. Runs a group called Wild Pack... or did. I had a few run ins with her people when I was with the program. Haven't heard from her in years, even before I went off leash. Don't know if she's still around." "All right," Fury said, "Make locating her and her people a priority. If they are still in operation, we want to make sure they're going to work with us and not against us." "Surely they must have a reason for invading your country in the first place? Countries do not go to war with something underpinning the declaration. So there's been no signs at all over there?" Wiccan asked. "None,' Kristoff said, "Father believes that they smell blood in the water. That his absence was taken as an opportunity for Symkaria to expand. He believed that they had been lying to us with our peaceful co-existence." Fury leaned forward and said, "And what do you believe?" "I believe that this is not normal behavior," Kristoff said, "I believe that something beyond land greed is occurring." "Agreed," Fury said, "Barnes, Falsworth, assemble your team. Kaplan, you're with the Defenders for this. Intel says that Doom brought something back from that little vacation you sent him on. Your area, you're batting clean up. Understood? Vernard, let your people know what they need to know. I want boots on the ground on Latverian soil in forty eight hours. Any questions or complaints?" Then, without allowing anyone to respond, Fury said, "Good. Now. Whatever problems you have between each other, set it aside. There's innocents involved. If you can't separate the people from their ruler, you aren't fit to stand on my helicarrier." Bucky nodded, "Not every German was a Nazi." Fury looked at the group and said, "Forty seven hours and fifty-seven minutes." |
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