Professor_Wyvern

Invasion 2019

His face contorted into a bit of a frown, as he began rubbing his right temple. Ack that smell! Why can't it just stop for a moment? Liam wrinkled up his nose in a desperate attempt to not smell the horrid smell. He glanced around, "Uhm yes." Liam spoke up a little as he coughed into his left hand to try to get attention from anyone of the group. "Excuse me for that. But I would just like to make a statement, ahem." He peered around the group as he made a quick informative statement, "I would avoid going to one of the bathroom stalls. It needs maintenance. Rather badly, if I might add. Also I would like to stress proper hygiene, as an aside." He began rubbing the back of his head, "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?"

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The bartender began counting the rupees of the bag. He snarled at Link, "You don't get to 'try' it out, before paying. You pay what it is..." He returned to counting the currency, making damn sure that he was going to pay the proper amount for all of his drinks. He glanced towards the blast-door, "Giant rats, other creepy crawlies. Dimensions blow through here, it tends to catch a few creatures. Really large basement, consider it a dungeon for fighting monsters and, if you do mundane tasks for us, a little something something." He said nonchalantly as he went through the bag some more. ---- Akiko glanced at Bee, "Usually long training sessions, both in the classroom for mental learning, and in various obstacle courses and the like. But, as a new dimension blew through here. You may get an up-close field training. As for training, simple things really. Learning how to properly handle the weapons, how to stay undercover, things like that for field agents."

Invasion 2019

So, how ya wanna divide the teams then?

Invasion 2019

Liam spent five minutes adjusting his tie. It wasn't right, he knew it wasn't right. And it wasn't right, when he heard that fly brushing its eyes. With each attempt to adjust his tie to make sure it was perfect, that fly would do it again. Contorting his face into a grimace when that dreadful sound tormented his psyche, he realized he didn't have his tie exactly straight. It was askew again, and he needed to straighten it out. As he tried doing it again, he made small smacking noise as he licked his lips. "...Not purple again." He said with a sense of melancholy. He frowned, as his fingers moved around his tie as he finally set it straight. With a small sigh he raised up his arms as he checked the collars of his suit. Liam rolled his neck around as he took his Desert Eagle and placed it in the holster on his belt. He eyed his sensory deprivation rig, a machine solely for one person, and beautifully mobile. It was quite easy to move around; Of course, as it was the one thing that helped him. He reached into his breast-pocket and took out his glasses. Brushing them off he returned them back into his breast-pocket. Smiling at his rig, he decided that he would take it with him. Walking around on the side of it he began pushing it out and towards the hanger. It is most likely where he needed to go. As Liam was walking he again, grimaced at the fact that the fly was still brushing itself. C-could it just shut up? It seems like it'd be a nice and considera- AGGGGH! He paused in going forward as he clenched at his teeth for a moment. After a few quick seconds he headed towards the Hanger once more. Liam knew that two of them were there already, and it would be remiss to not give a polite wave and felicitations at the beginning of the day. He entered the Hanger, and pushed his machine towards a nearby wall, as he gave a wave to the two there. "Hello. How are you two today?"

Invasion 2019

Yeah, the game. This game. Invasion 2019.

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From behind another door, near the bar-station emerged a rather large burly figure. Hulking with muscle, and having a large mullet he glanced at the smaller bartender and glanced as she took five rupees for a Chateu Romani!? He glanced at her, "My shift now." With a quick nod she got off the stool and headed into the backroom. He placed both of his arms on the counter as he peered at Link. "Say, you do realize that is a Chateu Romani right? Kid don't know how much it's really worth. Got one eh? Only paid five? Yeaaah you're gonna need to pay those other 295. Exports are expensive." He began laughing as he stared at Link. "How many did you get? ...No need, I'll check your tab. But first mate, you better fork up that other 295 Rupees right now."

Invasion 2019

Name: Liam Brown Age: 38 Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin:Caucasian/Canadian Rank: Private/Conscript Method of getting powers: Surgery Experiment or Recruit?: Experiment Experiment Powers & their limits: Enhanced TK Senses Pyrokinetic Vision: Depending on the time Liam takes to 'charge' before the release, it can either be a minor annoyance, to something capable of melting steel. Either way the process of generating heat in front of his eyes doesn't tend to be very 'comfortable'. Sixth Sense: Liam's senses have been enhanced in such a way that he detects things beyond normal capability. The most enhanced of his senses, and the one he has the most control over is sight. The rest of the senses go off in an unpredictable manner, such as him smelling far more than he intended, or his hearing becoming more super-sensitive at seemingly a whim, among other strange ways. As a method of dealing with it he has rigorously tried to learn ways to turn his senses 'off'. His training has been, so-so in its effectiveness, but not as effective as just spending time in a sensory deprivation rig. Personality: Liam Brown, before the operation was a soft spoken man. He wasn't too noticeable and was a rather bland and average individual. The only real special thing is the daily rituals he'd do, and having a mild case of synesthesia. After the procedure, he well still mostly the same, although he has become fairly unhinged, more inclined to strange and curious outbursts. And of course the synesthesia he had had become much more severe. Despite that he is typically more or less the same, a boring soft spoken man. Backstory: Liam Brown was born in the Ontario Providence of Canada. He lived a mundane life, with nothing of note happening, until he was caught for embezzlement at the pharmaceutical company at which he was employed. And after that the divorce; Granted, he was going to divorce her soon anyway because his wife cheated on him with a Fisherman from Novia Scotia. For his White Collar crimes he was sent to the correctional institution where he served many months in, without anything notable happening. However, nearing the end of his sentence, armed forces came in taking fairly low-risk criminals in order to get soldiers for the war against the aliens. Liam had nothing really to lose, at least he thought, and went with the procedure. After the results showed that he had the powers, he was quickly taken by the UN to serve. Equipment: A Mobile Sensory Deprivation Rig, a Colt Canada C7, and a Desert Eagle

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The Bar-tender paused for a moment before staring at Ajax for a moment. "You're... you're a big guy. Sure you just want the one drink?" She asked of Ajax, before she quickly reached for the bottle. She eyed Ajax for a moment, before glancing at Link. "Which one of you two paying for the drink? Tab or no?" She inquired as she eyed them. Her attention was focused on a window which revealed the many trees that were multiplying outside. "...Ah, that thingagain. Wonder how many homes got destroyed this time? Business tends to pick up after the new dimension of the week rolls through and destroys everything they hold dear." As she said that she noticed the bar-door open, confirming her suspicions. She returned to taking orders and slinging out drinks. ---- Akiko quickly walked towards the camera, and with a flash the picture was taken. She walked over to the computer and began typing out. Just then the printer hummed to life, and an ID card was printed from it. She gestured for Bee to collect the card. "Training the mental and physical aspects needed for the job." She checked her watch again, "Interesting..." she mumbled out before glancing back at Bee. "Mind and body. Have you heard of the vehicle code yet? It's important to know how to file out the paperwork for your supplies. You can't get any supplies to bring out with you to the field if you don't file the exact amount you need."

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The bar-tender simply gave a nod, and collected the Green Rupees from the counter. She opened up the glass cabinet, and pulled out the bottle of Chateu Romani. "There ya go." She said as she slid the concoction over towards Link.

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Yup. What the Bee says is correct.