Dark*Matter: Discovery, the Beginning

[Friadoc]

"Well, Larry, that shouldn't be too hard," says Cade in an easy-going manner and chuckle at the Reservoir Dogs reference. "If you're up for some range time, I can help you find what's the best fit..." With a look around to the others, Cade adds, "...any of you, it's an open offer."

 

[Shayuri]

"Black ops. Heh, very cute. Pleased to meet you." She offers a hand to each.

"I'm Meredith Rosenburg...I work at the Chronicle. I, uh...well, the story you'll read in the paper doesn't mention any of the weird stuff. Even with the pictures, I figured the editors wouldn't believe me. And the pictures might make them think I was making stuff up, trying to make a name. The news industry is still a bit sore after...well, you know. Lots of scandal lately."

"As for the supernatural, I don't even know as much as Larry's card tricks, I'm afraid. But I'm a quick study, and eager to learn. Only I probably will want a gun. I took a basic course when I moved up here, but if you can help any, Mr. Black, it would be appreciated."

 

[Friadoc]

"Not a problem, Ms. Rosenburg," says Cade as firmly, but not too firmly, shakes Meredith's offered hand. "I've been around guns since before I could walk and started shooting them not to long after. It's pretty much required studies, back home."

 

[kinem]

"I'm Diego Borges." He offers his hand to shake the others'.

"I don't have much work experience, but I'm a fast learner. I used to be in a gang, but that's behind me now. You know how you can get sucked into a powerful group that makes its own rules and won't let you leave. Like ...

Well, I can be handy in a fight. Cade, I have a gun but I wouldn't mind seeing what you've got.

I'm smarter than I look, and I know a thing or two about the rough side of town.

Do you plan on keeping your job as a reporter, Meredith? I wonder what our working hours will be. Odd I guess, like everything else about this."

 

[industrygothica]

Nick heads to the basement for his equipment. He knows how to fire a gun, but is not especially familiar with the various types of weapons. If he can chose, he'll simply chose one that feels the best in his hand. Otherwise, he'll take whatever he's given (ooc: I'll leave it to you to tell me what kind of gun he gets).

If there's nothing else pressing, he may follow the others to a range, unless the institute offers access to a private one somewhere. In any case, assuming he's done here, he'll go on about his day, passing the time until the morning when he arrives at the new office.

He still hasn't figured out what to tell his ex-wife and daughter, since it looks as though he may actually have to move to Chicago, unless there is a way he can still work out of Boston, just travelling when the time comes to go out in the field.

 

[Falkus]

"Well, gentlemen and lady, it seems that our business together has been concluded, Mr. Smith said, packing his forms and papers into his briefcase. "It's been a pleasure to meet you. Perhaps we can meet again in person sometime in the future. But now, I have to return to Washington, DC. for a meeting with the Director in five minutes."

And with that, he adjusted a ring on his left hand, and vanished. No puff of smoke, no flash of light. He was just there one instant, and gone the next.

 

[Friadoc]

"Ok," says Cade with a big ol' techie-grin. "I definately want one of those!"

After "the Vanishing" by Mr. Smith, Cade will go and retrieve his sidearm, confirming it's working status with a quick field stripping. Once he's satisifed he will load it with a fresh and full clip, before decocking the gun and holstering it. Then he takes the old clip and pulls out the exact number of bullets missing from his pocket and re-loads the clip.

Finally, for those who are willing and able, Cade will lend some advise while at the range, including recommended technical modifications to their sidearms - sights, tactical modifications, as well as calibers (if Hoffmann allows for it) that would best fit variuos shoots.

OOC - The Hoffmann Institute presents ' Pimp Mah Gat!'

Overall, Cade seems more gregarious with this group of people than he usually is with new folk, which is probably due to the shared life-change of becoming Hoffmann agents - after all, our lives will be in each others' hands.

"Well, folks, let's make sure to exchange contact info before leaving, ok?" Cade asks, "Just in case we need to reach each other in a hurry."

 

[iwatt]

"I wonder in what cereal box he found that ring. All I ever find is those crappy decoder rings." Larry clearly uses humour as a defense mechanism. It helps put others at ease, as well as allowing him to keep his cool in stressful situations.

After giving off his cellphone, Larry also give the name of downtown bar were he's a regular. The barman there takes messages for Larry.

I'm smarter than I look, and I know a thing or two about the rough side of town.

"I'm not a stranger to those neighborhoods either. Lately I've been making a living as an amateur stage magician, but parlour tricks are less popular than what they used to be. Seems everybody wants to make buildings dissapear or see magician's levitate."

 

[kinem]

"Damn!" Diego declares as he passes his hand through the space where Mr. Smith had stood a moment ago.

"I agree we should be able to contact each other. Look, I know we work for the Institute now. But we don't know much about it, really. What I mean is, I trust you guys more than I trust Mr. Smith. And I feel like I'm in over my head already. So let's stick together."

 

[Shayuri]

Meredith takes a deep breath and nods. "All right then. Here's my card..."

She passes out plain little business cards with her name on them. "That's got my desk and cell numbers on it. I'm still..." She shivers a little and rubs her arms. "This is all so weird. I feel like I should be freaking out or something. People disappearing. Skeletons. Magic. " She takes off her glasses and rubs her eyes. "But for some reason I'm not. It's like...I don't know. Anyway, I should be going. It's been nice meeting you all."

With a wan smile, Meredith gets up out of her seat, a little unnerved by what had almost come out of her mouth. It's like...I was expecting it. That's how it felt though. Like a little corner of her mind had been waiting for this moment...and had taken over when the rest of her was panicking.

What did that even mean?

She replaced the glasses on her nose and tapped them back, then headed out to catch a cab home.