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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 17, 2010 21:25:36 GMT -5
A snap resonated from the pouch as Aya put her belongings back, getting some attention, "I worked for Umbrella," emphasis on the past tense, speaking slow and concious, "Well, I was schooled there too being born into the company. I studied viral pathogens and human immunology, researching the virus directly after I graduated. My real talent is Biochemistry. Whatever's effected in any single cubic nanometre of the human body is a mutual understanding..." she hopped on the Luna, "Between me and the victim," looking to Matthew in this last part, remorse in her eyes, "Everything else sort of fit in during work," plucking her gloves from over the dash and slipping them on, "Times between skirmishes were long leaving some scientists with their hands free, with that they'd pick up on their own personal tests. I was genuinely intrigued with the effects on wildlife; and there was plenty of that to go around, so it was never a dull moment," resting against the body of her bike, likely sounding a little mad, "I guess you could say I got what I wanted," looking at the garage door as if it were glass and watching the trees on the other side, "Proper variables,"
It had made her realize how much she was still obsessed with research; perhaps not for the reason originally held during her time with the corporation. Irony suddenly sparked; she'd never used it for anyone elses gain but her own personal interest. You could probably compare it to being locked in a room with unlimited resources to poke at; the rest of the world just felt like dark space.
"Anyway," looking back to the man, it was all Aya was willing to part with for the time being but it was what he wanted to hear, "That's why I know so much. Not the most thrilling background. It's been so long since we were under that Umbrella..." sticking the keys into the ingition, "Feels like it never really happened," and that was likely what a lot of people probably wanted.
Before turning the Luna on Aya looked back to the garage door. Her iris' grew wide, nearly vanishing from her ebony pupils as they flickered like a camera shutter. Her field of view went red watching the ambient temperature fluctuate from passing breezes. A residue trail from out front lead into the shop. Aya followed it to a clump of pale green, a carrier shuffling about aimlessly; it wouldn't reach them before they left.
Reaching up to hit the controls for the garage door hanging on a cord from the roof, the motor for it was outside somewhere and just barely had enough power to pull the screeching sheet of metal up to the ceiling. "Hop on," she offered, "I don't have any helmets, it's your own deathwish, but it's a fast one," she pulled her hood over her head using a black hairclip to pin one edge to the other compensating for blowback.
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Post by .Merios on Jul 18, 2010 1:38:32 GMT -5
Matthew watched as she eyed the area near the door he left open, scanning the dark air. He finally managed to notice a corpse shambling towards them, not even fifty feet away. He started to reach for his gun but hesitated. He didn't need to waste the round on some random straggler when he could use it on something more dangerous. He heard her speak as he walked around the garage earlier- a lot of what she said resonated within him. He moved to step close to her, positioning his backpack around front and pulling his hood over his face.
"I.. Went to M.I.T. Graduated at 19 and interned at Umbrella for two years while I got my PhD in Biochimestry at Raccoon City University."
He got behind the bike as she pulled down the garage door cord, the metal shudder screeching upwards and stopping once it lay flat on the ceiling. He swung one leg over, making sure his machete was fashioned tightly over his torso. It was still in it's same spot- connected via a strap stretching across his back and chest at a diagonal angle and secured in a sheath over his right shoulder. It was secure.
"Heh. Theoretical Biology and Biomathematics were my minors. Funny, they don't seem very theoretical now," He said with a chuckle, as if laughing at the irony."Remember gel caps? Yeah. I helped introduce those to the Metropolitan area. Waste of talents if I've ever seen one."
He sat down behind her, his feet still planted firmly on the ground on either side of the bike. He made sure his hood was on tight, reaching into his open jacket and jerking the cords tight. He pulled his fingerless gloves tight over his hands, moving them to his chest to zip up his jacket.
"The words "Dr. Konnelly, PhD. Didn't really strike me that hard until I saw it carved into my desk, twenty stories beneath the Raccoon City facility. Remember Sonnent Reppe? Yeah, I worked on Progenitor. Bio-Weapons were still in their infancy- I got the short end of the stick, but..." He stopped himself.
"Great minds think alike, am I right?"
He said those words, pulling both feet onto the bike and holding onto the back end of his seat. She shared, and he felt obligated to share a bit of his history. Hell, he wasn't going to tell her what he was involved in. For all he knew, they could have worked together and not even known it- being in the same field of research and apparently working on the same product.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 18, 2010 2:52:32 GMT -5
'Ah, a fellow scientist,' this pleased Aya somehow, his background in science meant they held something solid in common. However Matthew's mention of working on Progenitor was unsettling; it always struck Aya harshly whenever it was mentioned. Not as often now as it had once been, but hearing of someone working on the Mother virus felt as if they knew all about her; Aya kept it close religiously. His reveal left one strong point that she could walk away with; if he didn't know her identity it meant she was slowly falling off the radar permanently. Being forgotten pricesly by the people she wanted to forget; all it takes is time. "Great minds think alike, am I right?" Ignition, the Luna rising from its sleep, "I wouldn't know," responding with sorrow in her voice, "I wouldn't call my mind 'great'," revving the engine; whether Matt heard her was a different story. As the sky diver pulled his feet on the Luna rolled out of the garage, stand kicked up in the process. The engine screamed briefly as Aya forced it to speed along the cracked road, soon enough to muffler suppressors kicked in killing the sound; all evidence of them being there vanished. )(Traveling to New Orleans)(
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Post by mistersandman on Jun 15, 2011 21:56:08 GMT -5
He padded lightly through the swampland with his gas mask lowered to his neck, He held the Mete special downward in stabbing position as he approached what seemed to be a floating log in the water, he stabbed the object and heard a thunk and the blade penetrated the wood. It was a log after all, just as he had hoped. He pulled the blade out and guided the log along the side of the river before pushing it out toward the middle. He didn't have to wait long before a loud splash was heard, and seen as a large alligator crushed the middle of the log with strength that may not have been seen before infection. He eyed the creek, it was to big to jump and swimming was out of the question. He continued following the creek along the marshy land before being brought to another dead end where it turned.
He cut the tree four times, with noticable gashes all along it's trunk. He climbed the twisty tree and crawled himself along one of it's thick branches leading across the fairly large creek. He jumped off the branch and landed barley past the edge of the water. It was dangerous here, even the slightest ripple in water and the waterlife might be on you like lightning. His words were turned to fact when the branch he had previously used fell into the water, sending a mass of ripples through the water, instantly causing the water to look alive. He backed away from the water quickly before returning to his random route through the swamp.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 15, 2011 22:09:43 GMT -5
The chopper ripped through the air like a chainsaw,Mcloy helped Sargon guide it up the creek,the mostly likely place a survivor could be found.Mcloy had a feeling they were getting close,he told sargon to lower the chopper a bit so they could have a better look,then he activated the bright light at the tip of the chopper.The rather cloudy sky and the darker shadow of the trees would make looking for someone nearly impossible with just the human eye.He flashed the light up and down the creek slowly hoping to see some sign of life...or at least a mass of death around an area,a sign of someone alive to attract the beast's.
"Hopefully he'll see the chopper and sign us...it's a long shot but it's a shot at least.At least he'll be inclined to get in the chopper...and he'd be a fool to fight the pilots and kill us all,but then again...he isn't exactly normal."
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Post by mistersandman on Jun 15, 2011 22:30:12 GMT -5
He slid beneath a fallen tree, barley kept off the ground by the end resting on it's stump. He watched the spotlight move across his position quickly, he watched the chopper through the tree top's wondering quickly who else was in the swamps. Someone was lost, or something, the thought of a B.O.W in the swamp's excited him. He was in his element, it would offer him a good chance at killing whatever may have lurked in the swamps with him. He slid out from under the log and followed the chopper on foot. Jumping and dodging over and between the smaller creeks and tree limbs. After minuites of running the chopper lead him to the edge of the swamp.
He had to make a decision... did he stay in the swamp?, or did he go out in the open with that chopper hovering above him. He made his descision, now he just hoped he didn't get shot for it. He ran out into the open, and closer to the chopper. He stopped and looked at it in plain view, he stood ready to manuver depending on where his decision lead.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 15, 2011 22:46:27 GMT -5
The chopper stopped at the edge of the swamp,Blackwood had to somewhere around here.Mcloy was about to guide the light back down the creek when he saw a figure below.'Yes...we've found him'.Mcloy signaled Sargon to slowly lower the chopper,Sargon maneuvered the chopper down to a narrowly wide enough space,cutting a few branches off trees.When the chopper touched down mcloy told Sargon not to stop the chopper,there would be undead and perhaps some minor B.O.W around.
"Mister Blackwood,you are not an easy man to find.My name is William Mcloy,my associate's name is Sargon,I am very interested in you and your capabilities.I can put them to work,i need a man of your talents in my organization...we can get into details once your on the chopper...we don't have time now.We saw several hunters on our way here...he don't have time or weaponry to handle all of them."
Mcloy stood there holding onto his glasses his hair blowing from the choppers blades,his white shoes now muddy.He also spoke loudly to make sure he was heard...
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Post by mistersandman on Jun 15, 2011 22:58:23 GMT -5
He looked back toward the wood's, was that a bad thing?. "hm" he mulled it over in his head. A man he had never met, with a chopper in the woods, knowing his general location and the fact that he worked for an organization who's name he withheld... It was sketchy alright. It didn't matter, he was confident in his abilities to handle ambushes. He stepped on to the chopper and seated himself near the door.
"So don't keep me on a cliff hanger, tell me everything".
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 15, 2011 23:16:42 GMT -5
Mcloy lifted himself into the chopper after wiping off his shoes.He signaled Sargon to lift them up and take them back west,he got up and moved towards the back with Blackwood.He gripped the suitcase and opened it entering the appropriate combination.He opened it and gripped a manila folder,it contained everything on Blackwood even things not shown the most public.
"Thats how we know about you...everything about you Jagger.I dont think you care much where were going,but if you do were heading to a seemingly abandon building a little west of here.Colorado to be specific,researching base...umbrella base.We are alumni of the Umbrella corporation...we are two of the few who wish to return things to how they were,but with more control.I've managed to stay off of the B.S.A.A's radar,by changing my appearance...but that's not important.The pilot...he's not a man,his name however is Sargon...Weapon Sargon.He is a Civilized Bio Organic Weapon,know publicly as a B.O.W.I created him...he acts as my personal bodyguard and assistant,he could tear you limb from limb in a matter of seconds.But he is loyal and obedient to me and whomever i tell him to be.You don't have any reason to fear either of us...only the B.S.A.A they have managed to warp the publics view of what monsters they really are." "My organization...small but established and connected,is working to create the perfect virus one that can be manipulated and cured without hesitation...that is where you would come into play.Your predatorial abilities...Sargon does not have,you would be on a sort of Recon mission retrieving a large...'Package'.A person to be a little more exact,i can't get into that until you show us you are loyal.I don't really expect you to pledge yourself to us,you can leave our company any time you wish once we touch down and we'll even give you supplies to do so.But we and the world need you for perfection,you will be rewarded with the best weapons and the very first perfected cure and virus to use however you wish."
Mcloy smiled at the man and adjusted his glasses,he handed the folder over and returned to the front.It would take some time for Blackwood to absorb everything that Mcloy told him...he had time an hour about to make his choice,before they reached the base.
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Post by mistersandman on Jun 16, 2011 3:26:17 GMT -5
He couldn't quite believe the offer he heard, Although a glance at the pilot suggested that everything this man said was true. At least the part's about what they wanted him to do. He learned long ago, never trust large corporations... Ever, He threw the manilla folder out the open chopper door sending papers scattering through the air and began to mull over the offer in his head. That was quite an offer, he wasn't sure he could pass up the chance at such a reward. But then again, it almost seemed to good to be true. They knew about him, he didn't know he was famous. The thought made him laugh inside himself, He slid down in the seat and looked down at his gloves as he linked his hands together.
So if He took the offer he would get a cure and the perfected virus... what did that even mean? He assumed it would enhance him, without the mutation. But the whole perfection idea had been thought before and it had lead to this. Which he didn't mind, as long as he wasn't among the hungry dead. He argued with himself for sometime but it became clear soon enough that he couldn't turn down the offer. He would have to stay on his toes though. He finally looked upward at the scientist from his leaned back position, "Okay" He simply said to him over the sound of the helicopter. Things got interesting real fast, he looked forward to what lied ahead.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 20, 2011 21:32:53 GMT -5
Mcloy smiled from one side of his mouth,he knew the offer could not be passed up.Perhaps the boy was fighting with himself about it but in the end...if the boy was still alive he would not regret his decision.
"I knew you would come around to it...the target...is a small girl.Her name and details will be given to you when we get every thing together.Once we touch down...you will have a month maybe more if we can gather the others to go over how you will achieve her capture.We don't know if she is being protected or where she is...other then in america."
Mcloy looked out of the now closed door of the chopper,they were almost at their destination... (Jagger,Mcloy,and sargon are now in Nevada Zion park)
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