HQ: The 'Ready Lounge'

[Fenris2]

This should be interesting[/I], he thinks, trying his best to figure out exactly how a phantasm inhales.

"Found anything interesting in The Resolute database?"

The lit cigarette floats slowly toward ghost and assumes the semblence of the position it would were he corporeal. Then some of the smoke starts drifiting out the back of the cigarette, but when it does, the cig seems to dip a bit and the smoke off the tip also blows backward as if in a wind. What little smoke comes out the back floats up thought the top of where ghost's head is.

He replies, "Thanks Bro. Damn, but sometimes I really miss being fully alive. This is about the closest I can come. The only plus is cancer sticks last longer. Well, that and I can't die from it. (smile) Maybe I should do public service announcements. I can see it now, there I am saying 'Smoking. The express lane to me.' Or something.(chuckles)"

Ghost goes on, ""We just started looking, so not much yet. Other than most of the rest are out on missions. And, that we have a few real honies in the crew (sigh). Anyway, if you have suggestions on what to look for, feel free."

 

[Malthusian]

"You’re welc--", he tries to say, but he’s suddenly speechless as he watches Ghost hit the proffered cigarette.

The smoke dances upward, slowly curling from the top of Ghost’s head and then drifts away to nothingness. Intrepid exaggerates a sudden shiver running through his body and shakes his head. He butts out his own cigarette and drops it into a nearby wastebasket, barely hearing Ghost’s comments on Cancer.

"Man, that just wasn’t right", he says, as he smiles and moves away from Ghost. "Next time, warn a guy."

Intrepid steps to Aquaphibian sitting at the computer terminal and leans over the big guy’s shoulder to glance at the screen. He reads as the words scroll by. Member Roster and Mission Archives? Hmm, I wonder… He turns to Aquaphibian. "You think you could find a file on The Resolutes Rogue Gallery? I’d like to know who the Bad Guys are."

 

[Fenris2]

"You’re welc--", he tries to say, but he’s suddenly speechless as he watches Ghost hit the proffered cigarette.


"Man, that just wasn’t right", he says, as he smiles and moves away from Ghost. "Next time, warn a guy."

Ghost looks perplexed for a bit and then says, "Sorry, been dead two years now, so its seems pretty normal to me. Well, at least I did not try eating around you all eh?"

Then after another puff or two, clearly enjoying himself, he says to Aquaphibian, "Alright A man, lets see some rogues if you don't mind."

 

[JRYoung]

"Well it looks like there are logs here from some members of the Resolutes currently in action. People named Paladin, Sergeant, Psryen, Avatar, and J Puppy seem to be battling some animated corpses or some such thing. It is quite amazing..."

Aquaphibian continues to scroll through various mission logs and member profiles.

 

[Malthusian]

Wide-eyed, his face contorted in disgust, Intrepid moves away from the terminal, paying little attention to the others.

"Zombies!? I thought those only popped up in late night creature features," he says, almost mumbling too low to be heard. He looks over at Ghost. "I've faced my fair share of high-powered brutes and mutated bullies, and once I even fought a rampaging werewolf, but I've never gone up against a horde of Romero Extras. I'm glad I wasn't around to take that mission; the dead should stay in their graves. Uh, no offense."

Intrepid sighs, his brow dropping. What have I gotten myself into, he wonders as he makes his way to the couch. He sits in moody silence. Would Karen approve of this? Would I even be here if she hadn't died?

Intrepid looks back at Ghost and Aquaphibian. "Hey guys, The Resolutes are a good thing, right? We'll be doing something worthwhile, something to be proud of?"

 

[Fenris2]

He looks over at Ghost. "I've faced my fair share of high-powered brutes and mutated bullies, and once I even fought a rampaging werewolf, but I've never gone up against a horde of Romero Extras. I'm glad I wasn't around to take that mission; the dead should stay in their graves. Uh, no offense."

By now Ghost senses that Intrepid is wiered out by the whole dead thing, and says, "Relax bro. Heck I am still not all that used to me, and I live it 24 7 365 okay? Believe me undeath is no biggie. Sure, I used to be scared of it too, and that was not that long ago. Many people are afraid of what they don't understand. Trust me, its just another phase of existance. An incovienent one at times (waves cigarette), but then thats life. (chuckle)"

Intrepid looks back at Ghost and Aquaphibian. "Hey guys, The Resolutes are a good thing, right? We'll be doing something worthwhile, something to be proud of?"

Ghost replies, "I hear that is the case. We will find out first hand soon enough I suppose. Look at it this way. Those other people you fought? Well, think about what the world be like with them running the show... Because you know that is what would happen if it were not for groups like the Resolutes."

 

[JRYoung]

Aquaphibian looks his comrades in the eye (or transparent eye sockets...)

"Ghost has a good point. Ultimately, when in the field, we will control our own destiny. That means it is up to us to do the right thing. The trick, of course, is to determine what the right thing is. Sometimes that isn't so easy."

"Whatever goes down, I've got your back. Count on it."

 

[Malthusian]

By now Ghost senses that Intrepid is weirded out by the whole dead thing, and says, "Relax bro. Heck I am still not all that used to me, and I live it 24 7 365 okay? Believe me undeath is no biggie. Sure, I used to be scared of it too, and that was not that long ago. Many people are afraid of what they don't understand. Trust me, its just another phase of existence. An inconvenient one at times (waves cigarette), but then that’s life. (chuckle)"

Intrepid stretches his arm out across the back of the couch and drums his fingers against the upholstery. He frowns as he considers this. "It’s not that I’m afraid of death", he says. "I’m just not too cool on seeing someone’s loved one wrenched from their grave and used as a pawn for some madman’s antisocial whims."

"You, on the other hand," inclining his head toward Ghost, "are a special case. You’re still cognitive and, from what I’ve seen, other than your spectral state, are still human in all the ways that matter."

Ghost replies, "I hear that is the case. We will find out first hand soon enough I suppose. Look at it this way. Those other people you fought? Well, think about what the world would be like with them running the show... Because you know that is what would happen if it were not for groups like the Resolutes."

Aquaphibian looks his comrades in the eye (or transparent eye sockets...)

"Ghost has a good point. Ultimately, when in the field, we will control our own destiny. That means it is up to us to do the right thing. The trick, of course, is to determine what the right thing is. Sometimes that isn't so easy."

"Whatever goes down, I've got your back. Count on it."

"Point well taken." Besides, my issues are mine to deal with. No reason I should burden these two.

Intrepid rises, walks over to his new partners – and, he thinks, friends – and lays a hand on a shoulder each. He grins and shakes his head. "Enough of my maudlin mood; what’s there to do for fun around here?"

 

[Fenris2]

"You, on the other hand," inclining his head toward Ghost, "are a special case. You’re still cognitive and, from what I’ve seen, other than your spectral state, are still human in all the ways that matter."

Ghost quips, "Right on bro. Now, if I could just convince my (brief hesitation) girl friend of that. . ."

Intrepid rises, walks over to his new partners – and, he thinks, friends – and lays a hand on a shoulder each. He grins and shakes his head. "Enough of my maudlin mood; what’s there to do for fun around here?"

After a moment Ghost offers, "I wonder if there is a table tenis or billiards table around here. I was okay at table tennis but still bad pretty bad at billiards before I died. Now I am majorly sucktacular at both, but at least it is good TK practice." He then looks around the rec room to see what is available.

 

[Malthusian]

After a moment Ghost offers, "I wonder if there is a table tenis or billiards table around here. I was okay at table tennis but still bad pretty bad at billiards before I died. Now I am majorly sucktacular at both, but at least it is good TK practice." He then looks around the rec room to see what is available.

"Table tennis would be cool. It's been years--"

"Intrepid, you have a personal phone call awaiting you in your room," booms a voice over the Lounge's P.A.

The only one who knows how to get in touch with me is my brother, thinks Intrepid. I hope everything's okay at home.

"You'll have to excuse me," Intrepid says as he makes his way toward the door. "I have to take this call. So, table tennis another time?" Intrepid waits for Ghost to reply, then turns and leaves the Lounge.

OOC: Sorry, I'll be away for a couple of days. I thought it'd be better to have Intrepid leave the room than have someone waiting for my replies.