Barely into the mission and already the tired chest thumping had begun as Nina saw too often in gangs of men. Plenty of egos aboard here, as Nina could feel the levels of murderous intent as each member spoke. It did not seem anyone was quite ready to pounce, more feeling their limits within their new group. Nina had to decide whether she was better on her own or allied with other members. The pretty women Katya seemed to have strength and determination, but her mood and intentions put Nina at unease. Best not to be alone with her unless necessary Nina thought.
She looked to her right to what appeared to be a large tree in the shape of a man. It barely spoke, only to say "I am Groot" so hard to know if it knew more words or not. Nina knew at least the being brought her a pleasant feeling, like being in a forest alone. If he wasn't a liability she could see this Groot being decent company.
He got himself read like an open book. Was he making such an impact on the group? He had enough teasing back at university. He didn't need to go through these kind of things again.
When Jack pointed at him with the cigarette, Frank closed a bit his left eye. This was a nervous mark, one he had since he was eight.
- N-no, but thanks. - Waged both his hand and head expressing negation. - I have gum, though. Do you want gum? - He offered.
Couldn't help but check on this Jack Wade dude. He looked fairly...normal. A trait so uncommon among T.E.C.H.'s soldiers.
(Off The Record: Deadpool has 3 personality types 1. is his normal voice and will be displayed by italics. 2. He has a soft child like voice that will be displayed by italics+underline 3. He has a deeper voice that tries to sound more heroic/tough that will be bold and italic. If there is a * infront of it then it is taking place in his head and only those with an ability to read thoughts can know what he says. If it's not there then assume he is speaking it. Also in the image here or what ever image I provide in the future assume he is actually speaking everything in all the boxes unless I specify otherwise. In this case he is speaking everything)
*"Meanwhile our hero finds himself trapped on a helicopter on his way to what appears to be certain doom with a group of people he mostly doesn't know. He seems to recognize the two redfields from his dimension traveling days where he ended up in racoon city killing zombies. Not sure if they recognize him or not or how they even got there, did his mishaps with wormholes somehow trap them here as well?"
Wade Wilson leaned in the doorway wearing a fedora and a trench coat over his costume. He seemed to stare at LT. Tears as he made his introduction and announced he was on the case. Some were unsure if he was speaking directly to tears, addressing everyone or simply talking to himself. He uses one hand and adjusts his hat downward slightly and his mask is wrinkled around the mouth as if he is smiling. He looks at tears once again and says:
"I've know plenty of dames like you in my day..."
*"ooh I like dames ^.^"
*"I wonder if she has a sister.."
"you always come sashaying into my office, give a sweet smile, and ask for my help.."
*"Such pretty teeth ^.^"
*"Dental hygiene is very important!"
"You are usually more trouble than you are worth...but you are a good kid, I like the cut of your jib, and you have a nice tiggle in your wiggle so I'll help you out.."
*"teehee it's like jello! ^.^"
*"Disgusting! have you no shame man?! She is your superior!"
*"Ahem..I have no superiors.."
He then lifts his mask over his mouth with one hand and digs a chimichanga out of one of the trench coat pockets with the other. He eats half of it with one bite and says with his mouth full:
"So Venezuela huh?....nom nom nom..What kind of..nom.. trouble can we.. nom.. expect there? nom nom nom..Drug cartels? nom nom..Cyborg Ninja's? nom nom Mutant luchidors with mariachi zombies? nom nom.. Disgruntled Mcdonalds employees?"
*"So....delicious..*sob*"
*"Ah gods be praised, sweet ambrosia! I'm in heaven"
He quickly finishes it as he has a quick look around the room. Before Lt. Tears has time to answer he starts whistling what sounded like The Black keys - Tighten up seemingly ignoring her and everyone and walks over to small chest of supplies he brought that had some ammo, guns and an assortment of other gear. He removed his jacket and hat and tossed them in and began rummaging through it. As he was doing so he be heard singing just above a whisper:
"..most of all...most of all..someone said true love was dead...and I found a fault..I'm bound to fall..for you"
He began whistling again and pulled out 3 items. One looked like a red and black backpack with straps that looked like a DeadPool themed parachute. A red T-shirt that was styled after the TV shows Star trek that said "honorary member of star fleet academy" on it. And a yellow and black Walkman with headphones. The walkman had yellow tape on the side that read "property of star lord". Still whistling he put the head phones over his head and began to sashay down the isle where his teammates were sitting. First he walked by Jack Wade and gave him a wink and a smile before lobing the parachute hard at his stomach/groin area. He then said in his childish voice:
"Der ya go buddy ^.^, You look noivus..don't be, now ju cans fly like a boid ^.^"
He continued walking and started whistling again until he came to the empty seat next to Frank Valli. He plopped down next to him, leaned back in the chair and placed his right foot on his left knee and extended his arm over Frank's shoulder and said in his more heroic sounding voice:
"You look uneasy my dear, is this your first time?"
Changing his voice to sound like a cliche pimp:
"Don't worry bebe I'll be gentle and treat ya right"
Using his normal voice:
"seriously tho frankie boy I'll watch your back, how about you put this on so I can find ya easier and keep a better eye on ya?"
He tosses the red star-trek shirt in his lap with a wink and a smile. He then looks and points at LT tears again and impersonated captain Picard and says:
"To Venezuela Mr. Sulu...Make it soooo"
He looks back at frank smiling for a moment and pulls his mask back down over his mouth and then places the head phones over his ears and hits play. He then shouts:
"YOU GUYS DO WHAT EVER, i'M GOING TO TAKE A NAP AND GET MY MIND RIGHT..WAKE ME WHEN THE DRINK GIRL...ERM STEWARDESS..ERM FLIGHT ATTENDANT COMES BY"
He then closes his eyes and turns the volume of the Walkman all the way up. It is quite loud and this can be heard clearly from the headphones.
Uttering an almost unnoticed 'Grrr', Jack threw the parachute on the ground, silently whispering to himself again: 'What's up with all these freaks? Is this some kind of freaking zoo?!'
Afterwards addressing Valli: 'Yo Valli, your offer is still standing? I could use a gum right now.'
Hiding away like a stowaway, Simon managed to sneak away get himself lodged in with all the cargo but he still couldn't manage to get away from all the noise in the cabin. He had no idea how he had gotten himself roped into this mission.
"Why the hell do they need a stealth specialist on a mission like this? Seems perfect for those whack jobs in the other room, with their fingers itching at their triggers before we even land, but me? Something is up. Something has to be up," Simon thought to himself, but what started out as complaints in his head just got him more and more excited.
But then the voices in the other room roared up again and he was back to the same miserable state that he had been in for a while now.
Dylan laughed to himself and shook his head as he sit down on his bench. He interlocked his fingers and pushed them outwards, crackling every bone in his hand and then placed them behind his head and leaned his head back. His palms were no pillows, but it was either that or lean his head on the cold steel wall.
"Oh, I'm gonna make a lot of friends here, yes indeed." he muttered to himself.
There was something that unsettled him, and it was Katya and her obsession with the wire. "She's playing with it and polishing it. I knew what she meant by '...if I...take my time.'. People like that never bat an eye while killing; they just tune off and go on like it never happened. As much as I dislike being humiliated by women, I better keep my distance from her. Last thing I want is to be beheaded by her for pissing them all off. Her obsession with that... wire is unhealthy." Dylan pinched a bit of the spandex that hugged his chest and smiled, "But who am I to talk about unhealthy obsessions?"
Before he shut his eyes, he watched a guy with a red suit and a trenchcoat talking to himself and eating chimichangas. He slowly drifted into sleep, even with the unending blabbering of the new guy.
OTR: I apologize again for the lack of profile picture. I'll have to make due without one until I figure out a solution.
Max Irving
Max lay dozing off in the corner, trying to shut out all the noise. No sooner had he gone off with T.E.C.H. than he'd been sent off on this mission. Now he was cooped up with an assortment of odd characters, going to a country he'd never been to, to fight something both literally and figuratively alien to him. He was still no closer to understanding what the spaceship's energy had done to him, nor how T.E.C.H. knew he was affected by it. He was catching bits and pieces of the conversations going on, discerning what he could about his teammates and making mental notes of things that interested him.
<Dylan, was that his name? Much too arrogant for my taste.> He thought to himself. <He was right though, that rookie is far too nervous for his own good. Poor bastard.>
...
<Hmm, that Russian woman...quite the piece of work there. What I wouldn't give for a chance to comb through that unstable mind of hers. I doubt I'd like what I find, but it'd certainly be interesting. I must make a mental note to ask her how exactly those strings of hers work.>
Feeling satisfied with his rest, he sat up and looked around the room to get a better look at his new companions. Suddenly it occurred to him to do a little research. Reading his eye movements, his glasses switched into scanning mode, and he began silently gathering information on everyone in the room. The red-suited man who called himself Deadpool yielded some very interesting results. Listening to him talk, it was clear he was even more unstable than the Russian girl, yet he was the most well armed by far. <What an infuriating attitude, as well. I'll have to keep my eye on this one.> Another interesting scan was of the tree man. All he'd said throughout the trip was "I am Groot." Scans indicated that he was almost entirely composed of plant material. <He seems so friendly though, ironically of all the people on this ship, I think the most trustable one is the tree man.> Not much on that Jack fellow. <Hmm, he seems cold, hard to read.> The scans identified two of the individuals as being related to several famous bioterrorism incidents that took place. <Incredible! To think I was alongside such legends all this time! Those two should be very useful in the battles ahead.> Closer scans of the psychopath girl revealed she was carrying a scalpel and a Bible. <What in God's name...she may be crazier than I thought...> The other woman, Nina, seemed very mysterious. She seemed skilled with blades, like him, and her blade's quality was absurd. Her face told a story of someone who had been through much. Somehow he suspected they would get along.
He switched to his thermal visor mode, and looked around. He was surprised to see someone hiding in the cargo bay. He decided to investigate.
Chris was bored. He could have flown this plane, helicopter, or whatever it was better than the pilot. He was glad he was able to watch Jill while she was sleeping though. What Wesker did to her was unforgivable.
Just then his phone ringed.
"This is Chris Redfield", he said.
On the phone was Barry Burton. Barry explained that his daughter, Moria, and his sister Claire we're kidnapped and put into a prison island. Barry was searching for a way in and would call Chris if he was able to get in.
What is it with Claire and being kidnapped and put into a prison island? Chris grumbled to himself. This made him think of Rebecca Chambers, who he hadn't seen in more than 10 years.
It was then he stomach grumled and he went our to look for a snack. On his way to the kitchenette, he saw a man in a trench coat who looked familiar somehow.
I'm ignoring Resident Evil 6, by the way. And Sony won't be able to post, because she left her phones in my house. She might go get it at lunch though.
I'm ignoring Resident Evil 6, by the way. And Sony won't be able to post, because she left her phones in my house. She might go get it at lunch though.
No problem, but add Off the Record: to these kind of messages! (in order not to get it confused to actual RP)
