inside the box was an x shaped bracelet "is this for jean?" Ira asked telepathically,. admiring it, jean was all about the "x's"
"no that one is yours. Jeans was a necklace, Davids was a watch" Ira responded mentally
"was?"
"its a round here somewhere. if you see it give it to them please" Digit never looked back at Ira which made a little concerned. it meant her attention was occupied by something else.
so Ira changed the subject " can you make a shell casing that can isolate psionic energy". Digit didn't understand untill Ira manifested a bullet out of psychic energy. normally she made bladed weapons because she worked better with them. but with a bullet, as Ira explained, she wouldnt need to get so close. she couldnt make them last long enough to be loaded into a gun, aimed and fired. if Digit could make a bullet casing that sustained the construct then it could be used to get directly into the minds of targets, It was edgy but digit agreed on the terms that she wouldnt be making a sword, at all.
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"you want something from me" Digit thought to Ira
"I always want something. love affection. a smile " Ira explained in a half serious tone "but seriously i want your opinion" she thought back
"on what?"
"the Registration Act...and the guy that probably came up on all your screens like a SAW movie. " she answered
there was a pause that Ira used to rummage through the many resembled gizmos in the room. instead of asking for more parts she would just take apart old inventions for parts. "people are stupid. human are mad they are weak. and mutants think they are strong. everyone is wrong." To Digit all that mattered were physical things. a very simple have n have not belief. he recognized the collective strength of humanity and could see the poison pride of the mutant race. given previous events that she read about it was unlikely that either group would ever succeed over the other. but so long as it didnt effect her directly she only cared so much. "what else"
"a bullet and a sword" Ira Answered
"what happened to Xmen dont kill?" even though they were technically Xmen yet Ira never really like that rule. but thats just because her mom was a notable assassin and she had all the same skills.
"they don't" is all Ira said before she picked up a large box and peeked in.
"I always want something. love affection. a smile " Ira explained in a half serious tone "but seriously i want your opinion" she thought back
"on what?"
"the Registration Act...and the guy that probably came up on all your screens like a SAW movie. " she answered
there was a pause that Ira used to rummage through the many resembled gizmos in the room. instead of asking for more parts she would just take apart old inventions for parts. "people are stupid. human are mad they are weak. and mutants think they are strong. everyone is wrong." To Digit all that mattered were physical things. a very simple have n have not belief. he recognized the collective strength of humanity and could see the poison pride of the mutant race. given previous events that she read about it was unlikely that either group would ever succeed over the other. but so long as it didnt effect her directly she only cared so much. "what else"
"a bullet and a sword" Ira Answered
"what happened to Xmen dont kill?" even though they were technically Xmen yet Ira never really like that rule. but thats just because her mom was a notable assassin and she had all the same skills.
"they don't" is all Ira said before she picked up a large box and peeked in.
"no thanks. If i snapped on you imagine what I'll do to her? She has a right to be here...and is welcome here. But I dont want to see her, Because the second it gets political is the second i open the gates of hell." with that she headed for the door and stopped "and I'm sorry for snapping" she walked down the hallway and headed down stairs to Digits room. she didnt knock as she entered. the dog, who we are going to call Techno, came up to her. his recognition program recognized her so it responded in a friendly manner to her. much like a real dog except you didnt have to spend money on food and vet bills.
'Ira why are they here?' Digit reached out to Ira who had knelt down and stroked Techno like a real. the heat sensors on his head acted like a mood ring, and he reacted to her mood by trying to lick her face.
'i dont know. dont want to know honestly' she replied pushing the dog away with a chuckle and going to Digit and looking over her shoulder at a schematic that she couldnt make heads nor tails of.
'Ira why are they here?' Digit reached out to Ira who had knelt down and stroked Techno like a real. the heat sensors on his head acted like a mood ring, and he reacted to her mood by trying to lick her face.
'i dont know. dont want to know honestly' she replied pushing the dog away with a chuckle and going to Digit and looking over her shoulder at a schematic that she couldnt make heads nor tails of.
"thats what undercover means David! you join them for the sake of getting what you want. that's literally what it requires. im not sending her to do anything that ties her to the most recent public enemy number one. and I cant believe that you would even consider it. it doesnt matter if I trust you or she trust you. no one trusts them. we don't know anything about them except that that 'big brother' character just hacked everyones everything which is illegal. in case you forgot" Ira knew she was berating David but she was ticked off at him. " an untrained, 14 year old, reclusive, little girl, who has only communicated with 5 people in a year, student, is not going to be put in harms way for the sake of intel. its our job to protect these kids not use them like pawns." even in her anger she knew mentioning his father was going a bit too far so she phrased the next sentence very carefully "we are supposed to be better than those that came before us. as teachers we are supposed to protect the children. trust isnt something to be used against each other other David. cuz once its gone, its gone"
Ira looked at David like he said something stupid "Digit doesnt leave her room let alone the basement. You really think she'd leave the building? And lets not forget that she is 14 David. I for one am not going to let you make a terrorist out of a teenage recluse." Ira took a second to reign in her temper. "so which one of you are going to go greet our guest before one of the other teenagers throws something at somebodies head"
I changed the picture. its no big deal i just have to find a picture of a decent looking sword now. hope the picture works now.
so...its just the skin color thats off. ok
I can look for something else. How brown do you want him? He has the dark hair. He' tall, i can see why he doesnt look thin but do you mean malnourished skinny or just lean. Just let me know what to look for.
Name Nicias Askani
Age 30
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All I ever knew was shifting sand and starry skies. Our town in the nation of Osmad consisted of mercenaries. Those who did the work of the Osmados, to the outside dessert we were barbarians; Honorless blades for hire. But to ourselves we were just people trying to get by. We did not thrive off of our expertise but we survived and provided for each other. I remember clearly the deadliest sandstorm in history. We had seen hundreds before but none like this one. They say the god of death sent it just for us, as penance for our way of life yet it didn’t wipe us all out so I don’t believe it. Some of us survived, not enough to rebuild. So we moved, dispersed is more the word.
I took the sword of my people and endeavored to move from the land of endless sand to live among the endless stars. To that mean I did what I had to do as an Osmad to become and airshipment. They didn’t seem too different from my peoples sand sails that slid across the sand when the wind blew. The airships were just smoother and more constant in movement. But here I am now, aboard the Mountaintaker. A dying dream made reality. It was the winds that took my people, now it is the winds I ride.
Age 30
Country of Origin
Background
All I ever knew was shifting sand and starry skies. Our town in the nation of Osmad consisted of mercenaries. Those who did the work of the Osmados, to the outside dessert we were barbarians; Honorless blades for hire. But to ourselves we were just people trying to get by. We did not thrive off of our expertise but we survived and provided for each other. I remember clearly the deadliest sandstorm in history. We had seen hundreds before but none like this one. They say the god of death sent it just for us, as penance for our way of life yet it didn’t wipe us all out so I don’t believe it. Some of us survived, not enough to rebuild. So we moved, dispersed is more the word.
I took the sword of my people and endeavored to move from the land of endless sand to live among the endless stars. To that mean I did what I had to do as an Osmad to become and airshipment. They didn’t seem too different from my peoples sand sails that slid across the sand when the wind blew. The airships were just smoother and more constant in movement. But here I am now, aboard the Mountaintaker. A dying dream made reality. It was the winds that took my people, now it is the winds I ride.
"David, you should be the one to keep an eye on them" Ira knew it was a bit of a gamble having David monitoring the brotherhood. she knew the gist of how he felt about the entire mutant race but he was magnetos son and at the very least agreed somewhat with this new brotherhood. Also he is a living magnet so if this guy was good with computers David might be able to make his life more difficult. Jean....was too high on the moral compass to even consider monitoring of a criminal group. the thought almost made her laugh. the entrance of familiar brainwaves entered her range of influence. "oh look Heidi is back" she didnt sound too thrilled....at all
telepathically she reached out to someone in the basement "Look alive Digit. we got company"
"got it" Digit responded before bringing up an extra computer screen that was the security camera. what she saw was a flying ironman suit. she streamed the feed to Davids phone. she rolled back over to another hand built computer and screen that was scanning the building for secrets that the mysterious hacker may have been talking about. she glanced around her room to take a quick count of how many of her many devices were internet accessable and there for hack able. thankfully not many. just her computers and a few monitoring devices that she quickly took the power source out of. by the time she finished that the computer had backed up ever secret looking file into a single server she made a year ago. she unplugged it. now it functioned like a giant flash drive, that looked a lot like an old microfridge
telepathically she reached out to someone in the basement "Look alive Digit. we got company"
"got it" Digit responded before bringing up an extra computer screen that was the security camera. what she saw was a flying ironman suit. she streamed the feed to Davids phone. she rolled back over to another hand built computer and screen that was scanning the building for secrets that the mysterious hacker may have been talking about. she glanced around her room to take a quick count of how many of her many devices were internet accessable and there for hack able. thankfully not many. just her computers and a few monitoring devices that she quickly took the power source out of. by the time she finished that the computer had backed up ever secret looking file into a single server she made a year ago. she unplugged it. now it functioned like a giant flash drive, that looked a lot like an old microfridge
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