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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Inside Sentinel HQ
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] [@Argetlam350]Scorn, [@Scarifar]Mamba, [@LokiLeo789]Dunkmaster[/center]

"[color=8dc73f][i]Nicce to meet'cha both, Sscorn and Jay,[/i][/color]" Belinda said with quite the emphasis of the s' sound "[color=8dc73f][i]My name'ss Belinda. I have a lasst name, but I don't really like to use it anymore. I have another name I do go by, though I apparently have quiiiite the bounty on my head for that reputation, and I mean like telephone numberss big. Long sstory. Anyway, why are you two joining the Ssentinelss? You wouldn't exactly be the firsst thing to come to my mind when I think of "hero".[/i][/color]"

Looks like Scorn will reply first to that statement.

[color=orange][i]"Pleasure to meet both of you,"[/i][/color] Scorn said once names were exchanged [color=orange][i]",As for how I came to be wrapped into this well my choices were rather simple. Either I get to rot in my small enclosed cell or I can get a chance of redemption by helping in this program. As you can see I choose the later. So no more playing bad girl for me it seems even if I could wiggle my way out I have nothing to return to so I'm stuck but better here then a cell. But the past is the past, better to focus on the now. God it's so good to stretch again. Years cramped in that miserable cell and you forget the little things in life."[/i][/color]

Ah so Scorn was a criminal. Good to know. At least it seems like she's changing her ways, which is always jolly and good. Now it was time for Jeanne's turn.

[color=red][b]"Well,"[/b][/color] the pirate begins speaking, [color=red][b]"As for me, it was more or less of a private invitation. You see I~"[/b][/color] 

Unfortunately for her however, she would get interrupted again by someone else, that person being that black guy she saw earlier. A silent sigh of annoyance brittled her mind as she keeps herself quiet.

[color=Orange][i]"Sorry to interrupt, I'm Zeke, reporter for Action News. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and become curious. Scorn, is it? What makes you so special as a convict, that you were specifically chosen. I mean, there has to be worse inmates then you?"[/i][/color]

Oh so he's appearantly a reporter? Oi yoi, this is gonna take awhile. 

[color=orange]"Perhaps but who ever thinks the innocent skull girl could do such cruel things? But if you are really curious, I'm a manipulator of shadows. I use them to teleport around or for some more, nefarious little games I enjoy. How many convicts you think can do that? I know of none. Perhaps they did ask others before they ended on little me, but I'm the only one willing enough to actually give the goody girl facade a try and perhaps one of the few without any ties to go back to on the outside. No reason to run off during some important mission..."[/color] 

Then Zues happened to give off a speech of his very own.

[color=orange][i]"Rousing speech."[/i][/color] Scorn replied sarcastically as he finished.

Oh was it time for Jeanne to finally speak? About bloody time too. As she coughs to herself a bit, she decides to tell her new friends about her story.

[color=red][b]"As I was going to say, before I got interrupted,"[/b][/color] Jeanne says politely as possible as she ebgins her story, [color=red][b]"I happened to get in here through a private invitation by the Paladins. You see, back during the War aaaages ago, my crew happened to encounter one of those large bloody Entente patrol ships out in the Mediterranean. I think it was Russian, I don't remember. And well, my crew, my father was actually the captain at the time. So appearantly we were all in some no-boat zone and we were forced to leave. Now, knowing us lot, we tried to act innocent and explain what we were doing, buuuut of course, they didn't want to listen to us those hardneck hooligans. So there was a fight. Long story short, my father got shot, one in the gut and one in the noggin, but we were still able to seize and plunder the ship. Got me a nice carbon sword from them too. And it was that point where I became captain. After the war, we found out that they had some sort of superweapon that was being tested, which thankfully was destroyed before it could target any major targets. So, to top off the ending, I was then captain, lived off being a mercenary, mostly for the Paladins, and the next thing you know, I get invited here. So yeah, just pullin' up my socks again for a new day now. Can't say I'm not excited!"[/b][/color]

Yup. That was a story coming from Jeanne the Pirate Queen herself. And oh, does she have plenty more stories she'd love to tell as well.

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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Sentinel HQ Meeting Room
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] [@Jin Of Mana] Zues (Listening), [@Saarebas]Aleksander, etc[/center]

As Zues spoke his speech, Creatrix watched and listened closely.

"[color=ADFF2F]I don't want to seem obnoxious... We have quite a lovely bunch of misfits here. And i'd be a liar if I said it didn't strike memories of my first time stepping into one of these HQ's. Even if i was more dragged in.....[/color]" Upon finishing his remark, Theo's focus or mask's direction aimed at Scorn.

The robot, despite being more in the middle, could tell whom he was looking at. Was he somehow dragged in by who appeared to be some ex-criminal? Regardless, that's a question he'd ask later, latting his old-time friend continue.

"[color=ADFF2F][i]But, despite the memories, lets get this show on the road. As sad as it may be for the Sentinels, or the impression it gives. I need proving this is worth coming out of retirement... Retirement is garbage. But it's better than hell, which exactly what my last term, or better yet war, with the Sentinels was. We may have won, but I still lost, like many others, during those battles. Things which can never be won back...[/i][/color]"

Creatrix can feel the pain that Zues felt. That amongst all the other losses. It was a real pain to loose someone you held close, especially during battle. However, one must stand strong, not to let that get in the way of serving one's duty. His brother would most likely have been proud of him rejoining the Sentinels indeed. But before he could talk to him again, it appeared someone else had entered the stage. In fact, it was so prominant, a massive shadow could be seen over the table. Creatrix couldn't help but to look behind him and see a massive person infront of him.

[color=00a651][b][i]"Greetings."[/i][/b][/color] He would start with, offering a slight bow of his head, before continuing. [color=00a651][b][i]"I am Alekander Kurchatov."[/i][/b][/color]

It was then when Creatrix's mind clicked. Was he who he thought he was? Was he part of the Entente's Golliath experiments? The one they call... "Megaton"? He only remembers reading about the experiments in a private file after the war. Taking newborn infants, the Entente commited experiments unspeakable to even mention aloud. Various assortments of chemical, mechanical, and psychological augmentations were applied to the subjects in the hopes of yeaning the perfect solider, which took dozens upon dozens of failures in the form of the subjects becoming completely mad and insatiable killing machines. It appears as if Mr. Kurchatov was one of the few "successes", or perhaps the only success, whom with his eye, Creatrix seemed to have identified heaps of gamma radiation that had been pumped into his body. He must have an incredible assortment of strength to punch through almost anything, or worse. He hasn't seen pictures or heard audio files of Megaton before, not even when coming to his real name, but he only heard of the code name. And if indeed he is that same person, one must indeed be wary of his wrath...

Regardless, he didn't want or even dare to ask, speak, or think anything regarding those past events. Instead, he also nods his head as he steps far to the right to let him though.

[color=5182b9][b]"Ah, Добро пожаловать , г-н Курчатов,"[/b][/color] Creatrix greets in Russian, literally meaning, [color=5182b9][b]"Welcome, Mr Kurchatov. Please, take a seat."[/b][/color]