RS1-Stolen University (Salix Judging)

[Raylis]

A wry smile appears on the minister's face, "Mind Control? Oh yes, those failed chips that Archer bragged about-the ones that merely caused the brain to send a signal to produce more endorphins than usual.

"As to why a major university? Major for the Region I would have to agree, but nothing like Standford or Yale. Simply put I lost a bet about the location at where to gather volenteers-and besides this University houses the exact age group I was looking for in this stage of the experiments. I believe Zenji would meet that requirement as well." the minister says as Zenji appears in the doorway.

"How would the homeless and the wall flowers help me? I need bright minds who are eager to learn and willing to explore. Not people who are down on their luck or drop outs that would turn their powers for their own gain. Your recent capture of Kingsley, aplogies the "Crimson Crier" illustrates my last point.

"Alice isn't my daughter, you met my daughter long before you met me. Would either of you care for a cup of tea?"

 

[Asmor]

Listening to the exchange on his communicator, Zenji thinks to himself. Ignorant and superstitious? How could he possibly say something like that? I mean... oh, it's just a trick, of course!

"A ha!" Zenji shouts as he bursts in. "You've fallen for Dr. Archeville's brilliant plan-- you didn't know it but he was secretly transmitting to alert us that he found you and was just buying time until we showed up!" Raising his staff, Zenji continues. "You claim to be so smart, but you've fallen for the oldest trick in the comic books-- the monologue! How could you possibly believe that one of the good guys like my friend Archeville here could possibly empathize with your heinous schemes. No, it was all a bluff, a ploy to keep you talking until the cavalry arrived and here we are! Now it's three against one, and it's time to surrender!" He turns to address Archeville. "And don't worry, Viktor, I know you didn't mean that stuff about Magic."

 

[Raylis]

The Minister looks up from his typing, "Impetious, isn't he? Young man I was quite aware of the transmission and that you were in the University House. It is a small building in comparison and unlike your teleporting magician friend I was able to pierce your mental shield. That and I could hear you running down the hall; just because my hair is white does not mean that I am deaf."

His eyes move back to his screen and he resumes his work, "Now sit down, have some tea and we can discuss this like civilized men.

 

[Asmor]

Zenji looks incredulously back and forth between the minister and Doctor Archeville, unsure what to do.

 

[Hand of Vecna]

[sblock=Shoulder Daemons]Mind control chips? Hrrmmm... I'd always wanted to look into designing some sort of hypno-ch-

Stop right there!

What? What now?

We are in a serious situation here! We've got to stop this guy! Maybe if we can talk to him long enough...[/sblock]

Archeville nods, "You vouldn't be referring to our minor Major, vould you, Herr Minister?" Archeville holsters his blaster, sits down, and pours three cups of tea.

"Zenji," he says, offering a cup of tea and a seat, "if he meant to harm us, I believe none of us vould be standing now." He winks at the Antiquarian before turning back to the Minister. "My, zhat does smell good, zhough I cannot place zhe source -- zhis is a good English tea, ja?"

"Lost a bet, eh? Vell, zhat just raises more questions... but, tell me, zhough, Minister, vhy zhe need for bright minds? From vhat Archer said, I'd gathered zhat zhe experiments vere purely biological -- do you mean to say zhe experiments, zhat Metahuman powers, all possess some sort of... psionic component? Or merely zhat you vanted someone who vould use und test any new abilities zhey received? At any rate, I vould point out zhat zhere is no correlation between being a socially inept wallflower und mental deficiency -- in fact, social awkwardness und mental brilliance often go hand-in-hand, as zhe mousy, shy bookworm stereotype shows -- und you fail to consider zhe possibility zhat zhe subjects vould experience a psychological change und social 'blossoming' once zhey acquire some sort of true power und vould eagerly use such abilities. Your use of somewhat-prominent subjects like Jim zhe actor -- not to mention zhe giant und highly-visible force field -- vould seem to indicate zhat you yourself have fallen to certain comic book stereotypes, of zhe 'evil genius' who subconsciously sabotages his plans so he'll be stopped und captured."

 

[Asmor]

Zenji reluctantly takes a seat, but keeps his staff handy.

"Yeah, what of the force field? If this is all on the up-and-up as you claim, why did you have to isolate this entire campus from outside interference? Looks to me like you have something to hide!"

 

[Raylis]

Archeville nods, "You vouldn't be referring to our minor Major, vould you, Herr Minister? " Archeville holsters his blaster, sits down, and pours three cups of tea. [...] My, zhat does smell good, zhough I cannot place zhe source -- zhis is a good English tea, ja?"

"I would, Vicktor and yes the tea is Earl Grey. But I am afraid that I mispoke earlier. When I say Bright Minds, I not only mean those who are intelligent and adventerous, but those that also contain the curiosity to do so. The wallflowers then are good candidates, while the drop outs (which was whom I meant earlier) are not.

"I will admit that the forcefield does raise a red flag and prehaps instead of an unconcious urge to be caught, it was a subconcious urge to find out how my estranged daughter was knowing that only a branch of the United Nations Task Force would have the resources to penetrate it. Quite and illogical gamble, admititly.

He looks over the screen again, "You still haven't anwsered that question...and what do you mean by 'minor'?"

 

[Hand of Vecna]

Archeville smirked, "oh, she's well enough, I assume, for one in her... condition. I've not had a chance to do any real medical scans, but then I am fairly new to the Res- oh... oh, you mean, you don't know of your daughter's condition?"

 

[Raylis]

The typing stops. A flash of emotion-a mixeture of curiosity and anger, "What 'condition' are you referring to, Vicktor?"

 

[Hand of Vecna]

Archeville leans forward in his chair slightly, steepling his fingers. Quid pro quo, Herr Minister -- I tell you zhings, you tell me zhings. Not about these experiments, zhough. About yourself. Quid pro quo. Yes or no?"

Archeville pauses a half-moment.

"Yes or no, Herr Minster? Your poor little daughter is vaiting."