Pundii

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tom Fisher

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Location:The Main Operating Room

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Glancing over toward Silvia as she began to get to know those in the MoR, Tom turned back to Craig as he brought up the footage. Staring at the screen, he tapped his teeth against his knuckle as he thought, having Craig play it through a few times as he stood there. as Craig spoke up again to ask how Tom wanted to handle it, he still remained quiet for a while, thinking as he stared at the screen. He knew that the men he'd sent down to the ship would be stopping the pilot from leaving, so he wasn't concerned about making a rushed decision which could bite him in the ass later.

Tom's gaze shifted from the screen finally, only to move over to Silvia again as he thought. It would have been reasonable to defer to her judgement, she was the one who had been assaulted after all, but then again she seemed hot-headed to Tom, at least so far, he wasn't sure if he gave her the say on what they did that she'd come to a decision that Tom liked. Making his decision, and hopefully a compromise, he cleared his throat before speaking. "Have two of the security officers down there detain him, i'll speak to our new T1 about what she'd like to see done." Giving Craig a nod, he did just that, moving away from the console and up toward the Lead Chair.

Standing patiently for a few moments as she spoke to one of the operators, Tom took a moment to reply to Tryke's message, confirming that his officers would be on it. Tom smiled politely as the two finished up and he approached, kneeling down somewhat to be at her height, and speak at a lowered volume. "I've just ordered a pair of my officers to detain the pilot after your incident with him. Considering his acts were directed against you I figured it fair i'd consider any suggestion you have on how I should handle him." He gave her a slight nod as if to confirm she understood.

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Confiscated Ship

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As the pilot did leave the ship, he was greeted by a pair of armed security officers. One held up a hand to physically halt the pilot while another spoke. "Sir, as per the request of the security chief, and due to the nature of the incident, we will be escorting you to your quarters until repairs are complete, you will remain there under guard." The officers did not wait for any sort of acknowledgement, the one who spoke moving behind the man to take him by the arms and cuffing him while his partner kept the pilot where he was. Once the pilot was secured, they began to move him down the walkway toward the elevator, bringing him to the security level while the other two security officers moved to their initial duties, assisting Tryke.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea

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Going to let @Chickn have a chance to get in a response to Marcus with their post before I make my own :)

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Lucas Walsh

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Location: Apartment 1B

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Letting out a soft chuckle, Lucas leaned against the tub as he watched and listened to Risa. "I hadn't thought of how hilarious that will be, should I go get a ring now?" He winked toward her. Despite the joking tone of his voice, Lucas did have a ring, and had for some time in fact. The two had been together for quite a while, and it was fairly evident to the two of them that there wasn't exactly anything that was going to stop them from being what they were. Lucas simply kept the ring a secret however, never thinking it was the time, or that he himself was quite ready for it, even as they joked rather often or made comments toward such a prospect. He'd ask when he was sure, or more likely, when he was fed up with hiding it.

Smirking at her response, he caught a whiff of dinner as the scent blew into the bathroom, it was coming along well it seemed, and it smelled better than he had even hoped it would. Watching as she stood, he kept his eyes on her, and of course, took a moment before he moved to stand and retrieve the towel. "Oh how i'm going to long for the days when we had a flat to ourselves." Taking hold of the towel, he turned back toward her and took another moment before actually handing it over, a wide smile splitting his lips as his eyes shifted up to hers.

Turning his head out to the hall as he heard the knock on the door, Lucas gave an over-exaggerated pout toward Risa as she asked him to go get the door. "I suppose I can make the sacrifice of not helping you." He chuckled, giving her a wink before he moved out and down the hall toward the entrance of their apartment. Opening the door, he gave a practiced smiled to the officer on the other side of the door and gave a curt nod of his head. "Good evening officer, how can I help you?" Watching the officer as he spoke, Lucas cleared his throat, deciding to be helpful and cooperative for a moment as he answered each of the officer's questions for himself and for Risa.

"I'm afraid we never actually 'arrived' on the scene, I just picked my girlfriend up from the airport, and we decided it would be best not to get involved. I'm also afraid neither of us actually knew the poor girl, we've only just moved in today in fact. Why? Cheap rent mostly, we're not particularly superstitious or anything, it was quite a few months ago." He breezed through the questions about the actual death and Danica, there wasn't much to really say for them. "For a living? I'm a high school teacher, my girlfriend works with the United Nations..." It was around this point the officer began to get a bit pushy.

"No, once again officer, neither of us saw anything. I'd be quite happy to let you speak to my girlfriend about is as well, unfortunately she's indecent at the moment. No, i'm afraid you can't come in and wait." Unfortunately, that seemed to make the officer a bit more pushy. "Officer, i'm trying to be as helpful as I can be, i've told you we didn't see anything, we didn't know the girl and until you told me, I didn't even know it was a girl. Now, we're rather tired as it's been a long day for us both. If you really need something, please, come back with whoever is in charge, good night." With that, he closed the door, letting out a frustrated sigh as he returned to the kitchen and his stew. "Asshole."

Growing Up In New York

Liam Matthews

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Location: His Apartment --> Work
Interacting With: Ryder (Via text) @sakurasan Archer (Via text) @Tmitche23

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Liam had been up for close to thirty minutes and he was already glued to his phone. Filling up Sancho's bowl with food, he gave the small cat a little scratch behind the ears as he moved over to the coffee pot, taking his thermos and filling it up with his free hand while he scrolled through the Associated Press app on his phone. There was a full day ahead of him, and there was something about this day in particular that had Liam up, about and keen to see things unfold. Filling the thermos, he left the coffee pot where it was for Joseph when he got up and pulled his bag over his shoulder, moving toward the door and out.

Glancing down the hall, Liam smiled as he saw Reed banging on Ryan and Roxanne's door. Wandering toward the elevator, he gave Reed a nod as he passed. "Morning." He greeted plainly and simply before wandering into the elevator, making sure for a moment that no one else wanted to hop in before he sent it down to the ground floor. Heading out of the building, Liam sighed for a moment as he took a long drink of his coffee, he hadn't slept much the night before, having spent most of the night compiling a brexit report for that evening's broadcast, but after his time at Harvard and the time he'd been at CNN, he was used to not sleeping much.

Liam didn't bother with a cab, the benefit of living in Times Square apartments was that it was close to everything, and that included his work. Peering up from his phone from time to time to ensure he didn't walk into anyone, it wasn't long before he was at work and wandering into the newsroom. Greeting his coworkers, he dropped the report in his bag on his bosses' desk and moved to his own desk. Bringing up his news alerts, Liam chatted idly with his staff and started his usual routine of sending out e-mails and texts to the appropriate people in regards to the show that evening. As usual, this included a few of the people who he happened to live with. Grabbing his blackberry, he leaned back in his chair as he began to type a pair of texts.

To: Ryder (Legal)
Hey hey, is there any way a journalist can be sued if they call a presidential candidate a fascist? Asking for a friend.

To: Archer (UN)
Any chance the UN (or you) wants to make a comment to CNN in regards to the British referendum?

Setting down his phone, he let it rest by the keyboard while he waited for any response, leaning forward at his desk as he started going through his own e-mails, pitches from his staff, tips from whoever, and the occasional bit of spam. The work day was just starting and, strangely, Liam was looking forward to it.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Already having visions, this can only go well from here.

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tom Fisher

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Location: Tristan's Quarters --> The Main Operating Room

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Watching as the mug flew toward himself and Silvia, Tom barely reacted before it was caught by the new T1 he was with and flung back toward Tristan. As Tristan screeched at the young woman and she began to spout regulation, Tom brought his PDA up to his eyes. Following through with Tryke's request, he ordered four of his men to head down and listen to Tryke for whatever she needed help with. He listened to Silvia's little speech as he did this, making mental notes and confirming that what she was saying was in fact true, it all was, though he didn't even imagine Tristan was entirely aware of that.

Glancing up as she stopped speaking, Tom tucked his PDA away and watched Tristan as his fingers moved, more as a warning than anything, he set his hands on his belt and tapped the cuffs resting on them, flashing Tristan a winning and horrendously smug smile to go with it as Silvia stepped up. He didn't expect the situation to escalate, Tristan might have been a douchebag but he wasn't a complete idiot, he only seemed like it because he thought the world revolved around his ego and not the sun. Watching as Tristan moved to stand and stormed off, Tom looked back down at Silvia as she spoke and moved past him, giving her a nod.

"You're a dickhead, Debute." He called out for good measure before turning around and heading back out toward the elevator. As he moved into it and set the elevator to head down to the MoR, he glanced over, finally noticing the blood seeping through her suit. "Do you need a doctor? I'll send one up to the MoR if you don't want to head down to the infirmary." He offered with a half-smile, mostly trying to be as helpful as possible. She had put Tristan in his place, and for now that had at the very least earned Silvia a spot in Tom's good books, he just hoped she'd stay there.

As they got out of the elevator and moved out into the MoR, Tom cleared his throat as he spoke up. "Everyone, this is the new T-1, Silvia Adenias, she's working the MoR for the next fifty-six hours, and she just made Tristan have a fit, so treat her well." He smiled, glancing back at Silvia. "Let me know if you need any help." He said before moving over to Craig, leaving her be to do as she would. "How're the repairs looking?"

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Jake's
Interacting With: Sutton Smith @Morose

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Smiling as he listened to the woman, he settled where he sat, leaning against the counter and watching her as she poured him a cup. "Just milk, not cream." He smiled as he sat there, if there was one thing that hadn't changed since he moved from Australia, it was how he made coffee. Liam couldn't stand cream, and even though he got a few odd looks from time to time, he was very picky about his coffee, and refused to have it another way.

Grabbing his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed, he looked over the text he'd received and began to work on typing out a reply, eyes fixated on the phone as he did so. When finished, he'd let out somewhat of an irritated sigh before smiling back up at her as he took the coffee. "Thanks." He gave her a nod as he took a sip, letting the hot drink run down his throat, he'd burnt his tongue just a little, but he didn't particularly care at this point, Liam needed this coffee badly. He'd barely slept the past few days, between working and who-knows what else, he was lucky to get about an hours sleep every night.

As he heard her speak up again, he gave a polite smile, watching her and noticing her glance toward his badge, chuckling. "That's the plan, though, i'll be honest I didn't expect the apocalypse to be so filled with small-town values and friendly smiles." He grinned, taking another long sip of his coffee. "I'm an associate producer with CNN in New York, they decided they wanted someone here 'just in case' - like i'll be able to get much film if the world /does/ end here."

Shrugging his shoulders, he glanced up to the clock to confirm that it was still a few hours until the meeting before he looked back over at her, a half-smile still on his face. "And hey, if it's all just a hoax, then I just got a few days of paid holiday, so why am I complaining?"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Jeremy Bennet

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Location: Roof of the renovated building

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Giving the detective a nod, he watched as Roy moved off, Jeremy knew he couldn't contribute any more to the investigation, and honestly he didn't really want to. Jeremy didn't make any effort to climb down off the roof yet. Looking down, he watched as Danica's body was scraped off the pavement by the coroner's people and carried off, in the back of his mind he swore he heard 'Ave Maria' playing, it seemed like the right sort of moment. Letting out a sigh, he looked up and out over the city, over Justice. The irony was not lost on him, he knew deep down that there would be no justice for Danica, no justice for Peyton, and perhaps no justice for professor Gerard if things were left as they were.

Jeremy got the strange feeling that he hated getting, the feeling that he was stepping into something far bigger than himself, and something he would've been better off avoiding. He didn't exactly have proof, but he knew it deep down that both Peyton and Danica were involved with Gerard to a degree, or rather, at least involved with what he was getting himself into, and now they were dead. It was entirely possible that in the next few months, the next few weeks or even just the next few days that it could have been his own body being scraped off the sidewalk because he'd had the marvelous idea of getting in way over his head. He heard himself ask if it was worth it, if he shouldn't just go on some pleasure trip to go climb Everest or something.

Then he heard himself answer. He couldn't give up, he couldn't have just turned around, left town and forgotten about the whole thing before he got a 9mm embedded in his skull. He couldn't stop himself from getting involved, from sticking his nose into things, from painting a giant target on his back along with a big neon sign that said 'insert knife here' - no, and there were two reasons why. First, he owed it to Gerard, he would never have forgiven himself if he let down the man, if he gave up on searching for him when he could have gotten himself into deep, deep water. And second, and more importantly...

He fucking loved the idea of all of it.

He moved to the ladder then, and began to climb down, it was going to be a busy day tomorrow, it was time to head home.

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Lucas Walsh

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Location: Apartment 1B

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Looking down at Risa, Lucas tried to summon the most unamused look he could, it didn't work. He smirked, gave a little chuckle and moved to sit by the tub as he rolled up his sleeves. "I'm not going to deny anything you just said, because you and I both know it's true." He chuckled again, resting an elbow on his knee as he sat there, suddenly bored stiff at the notion of returning to his work as he settled where he was, comfortable on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

Grinning as she spoke up again, he shook his head. "So apparently a Duke doesn't like it if you remind him the House of Lords is filled with fucking morons, how was I supposed to know? Besides, I only wanted to get his advice on wedding planning." The last part was, of course, a dig, as it usually was clear from the smug look on his face. Taking her hand in his own, he allowed her to pull him closer, gently kissing her back and tasting the wine on her lips. He wasn't a fan of wine, in fact that was an understatement, he hated it, to the point where he was the kind of guy that would toss his drink in the plant at a party unless it was a good scotch, bourbon or beer.

"Ideally, things other than making me unpack for you, or fetch you a glass of wine?" He suggested with a wink, stealing another quick kiss before he sat back again, elbow shifting up to rest on the edge of the tub as he sat there watching her, his free hand moving to adjust his glasses. "But then, also ideally things that won't traumatize our new flatmate." He added, for comedic effect more than anything.

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tom Fisher

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Location:Altenian Tower Main Docking Port A1 --> Tristan's Quarters

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Hearing the crash and the yelp was enough to caution Tom, but not quite enough to set him to action. Arms unfolding themselves, he set his hand on the grip of his sidearm, not bothering to unclip the holster yet or make any move closer to the ship. At that point the sparks flew out and a man followed them, falling to the ground a bit before him as he stood there, watching the situation unfold. As the man moved to stand and turned back into the ship, Tom set his eyes on the perpetrator and knew immediately all was, at least relatively well. Taking his hand off his sidearm, he set his hands on his hips, watching her.

He'd read the GTC's file on her and knew she had quite the possibility to be a handful. He hoped his relationship with Silvia would be, at the very least, civil, but if things like this were going to become a common thing, he may have had an issue. Of course if it was Tristan, he could probably look the other way. Tom remained the silent observer, watching and listening as the man was floored once again by the ball of rods which slammed into his torso. Taking a moment, he grasped his datapad and sent a call down for the repair team pre-emptively, positive that Tryke would absolutely loathe the situation which had unfolded. As she spoke up toward the man, Tom had less of an issue with what was happening, he'd let it slide this time, he didn't want to be reprimanding the new lead in training moments after meeting her, after all.

Taking her orders as she approached him, he took a moment or two to glance over them as she spoke to him, glancing back up to her as he tucked away the orders. "Tom Fisher, i'm the head of security, your personal bodyguard and punching bag." He offered her a half-smile, it wasn't often that he made jokes but he felt now was as good a time as any. "Tristan wanted to see you as soon as you got here, i'll walk you up and uh, try not to mind the fact he's a colossal cunt." The half-smile went to a full one as he turned and began to walk to the elevator as it opened and Tryke and her team wandered out. As they passed, he glanced over and spoke aloud. "Let me know if you need some extra muscle to move anything around or help out, i'll send some of my guys down." He gave Tryke a nod as they reached the elevator, holding the door for Silvia and swiping his access card to send the elevator up to Tristan's room with his security override.

As they reached the top, Tom moved out with Silvia and down the small hallway toward Tristan's room, opening the door and moving inside after her, clearing his throat as he spoke up. "Debute, the new Lead-in-Training is here, as requested."