HQ: The 'Ready Lounge'

[Hand of Vecna]

Dr. Archeville regards Zenshi with a smirk, "Indeed, ze famed British author Sir Arthur C. Clarke did indeed say 'Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from Magic.' But it's in knowing how they work that is the difference. Of the few mages I've encountered in mein adventures, none of them truly knew how they did what they did, they merely repeated the phrases and gestures they'd been taught, and none seemed interested in finding out how their powers worked, only in gaining more power, or in preventing others from gaining what true understanding there was that could be gleaned. It is hubris in ze extreme, and while scientists und technologists are certainly no stranger to that particular foible, it has been mein experience that it is far more common in charm-casters, spell-slingers and wand-wavers."

Archeville was about to continue his tirade, but thankfully his attention was diverted by the announcement over the intercom. "Ah, it seems we may have to pick up this discussion another time -- to action!" With that, he jetted off down the hallways.

 

[rgordona]

Mr Jones looks at the back of the swiftly departing scientist, "Well I guess they have work for us to do. Either that or it is time for the health and saftey breifing I was warned about, aparently it can go on for some time." The magician then sets off to find the briefing room at a more sedate pace.

 

[Rhialto]

The Juggler nods. "I believe my moment has come! Now, if you'll excuse me..." And with that he sommersaults across the room.

 

[Asmor]

Zenji's eyes light up as hears the announcement. "My first mission!" he exclaims as he bounds down the hallway.

 

[Nimbus]

Nimbus runs her long, tapered fingers over the uniform she was just issued, lovingly feeling the texture of it and imagining what sorts of adventures she may yet have, what kinds of people she's about to meet, and who she might be able to help. Finally, she feels as if there's something giving her direct and purpose.

When the elevators asks her name, she looks around for something resembling a receiver. In the absence of an obvious one, she just shrugs and says "Nimbus," her voice clear in the empty elevator.

The door open, and she wanders into the Ready Lounge at a sedate pace, looking around with great curiosity. Not seeing anyone there, she's almost relieved. Moving over to the magazines, she picks out one on art. After seeking out something to munch on and finding carrots and ranch, plops down on one of the couches and begins to read.

Description: This woman, who seems to be in her early 20s, is very tall and has a voluputous build. Her nut-brown skin and the shape of her face indicate recent American Indian ancestry, though she has European traits as well, like an upturned nose. Her brown eyes are like two disks of wood. Considering her ancestry, her hair is strange. Thick and straight, it is cut very short and spiky, and is the color of yellowed ivory. Whether this oddity of color is artificial or natural is impossible to tell. She's dressed in baggy, paint-splattered grey cargo pants and a red knit hoodie.

 

[Phoenix8008]

"Paladin!", a deep masculine voice booms as the doors into the Ready Lounge open. Striding into the room in full chainmail armor with helmet, shield, and sword at the ready, Paladin stops a moment to look around. "I see they fixed the door since I was here last.", he comments seemingly to himself.

Seeing another person in the room, he walks briskly towards her to introduce himself. Taking off his helmet and tucking it under his left arm, he extends his right hand towards the female dressed in red and gray. If she takes his proffered hand, he raises it to his lips for a short formal brush of his lips upon her knuckles. Releasing her hand after that, he introduces himself.

"Greetings, milady. My name is Arthur Pendragon, although the superiors here have bequeathed upon me the name of Paladin. You may call me by whichever name you prefer. Might I inquire as to your name?"

 

[Nimbus]

She glances up at the voice coming over the speakers, raising her eyebrows at the armor-clad man who comes in the door. She'd seen and heard of some pretty strange things since she got her powers, but never actually met anyone else with powers until she applied here. It's safe to say she'd not used to guys meeting guys in armor.

Standing, she does attempt to shake his hand, making it slightly awkward when he does the unexpected and kisses her hand instead.

"Hi. Arthur. Nice to meet you. I'm Nimbus."

She has no idea where to go from there. Though she had a certain something that could draw people to her, actually being social with people she didn't know generally made her uncomfortable.

Her eyes stray to her outift, then down to the standard-issue costume she was given, which sits draped over the arm of the couch. She feels like she really needs to get her own design, but has no sense how to go about that.

 

[Phoenix8008]

"Nimbus, eh? Like unto the halo's adorning Saints and Angels heads? Or just as in surrounded by light? Perhaps 'tis your smile that would light up the room if you but allow it to." Paladin continues with a smooth speech learned from conversing with many Nobles and Ladies many years ago...

 

[Nimbus]

An over-abundance of compliments at first meeting... kinda creepy. She just assumes that that's what people do, where he's from. Or at least, she hopes that's the case.

"Umm... A bit closer to the third option. Though not my actual smile, of course. Just... ambient light. I'd show you but it's already pretty bright in here. It wouldn't make any difference in light levels..."

She pauses for an awkward moment, then sits back down on the couch.

"I can do some other light-related stuff though."

 

[Phoenix8008]

"Most interesting. As for myself, I rely upon the protections of my armor and helmet and the strength and sharpness of Excalibur here." Paladin explains while patting the sword at his side. "Without them, I am nothing."