Revolution RP 2 IC

[Leslie]

A fairly old-looking man had a sign out saying that he was hiring people for a big mission. That he was hiring people for a mission to go and find the device everyone was talking about lately. People that he was specifically choosing as the ones he thought would be the best for it. For any of the people who already knew this guy as the owner of this specific business that he runs, they would know he was a sweet, kind man. So the last thing you would expect from someone like him was wanting this thing for his own personal gains. He even advertises it specifically saying that the people he sends out are who he wants to find the device and keep it for themselves. Which was why he wanted to do his best to make sure he could trust the people he was choosing. Otherwise, it could go badly. And what they would do with it, he wasn't certain. Maybe they could get it up and going again for the good of the world, and since they're commanding it instead of someone from one of the rebel bases and governments, hopefully it wouldn't be used for someones own personal gain. Hopefully. His entire point in this was to try and get to it before anyone bad did, despite the fact he had little to no intel of where it was actually located.

Carrie was the first of the people going to arrive and sign up. She had been around town a lot, and she knew this man quite well from previous trips by him and talking to him. He had told her he was going to do this, too. And she told him that she would sign up at some point. When she arrived to sign up, she looked all perfectly geared up and ready to leave, though in all honesty, despite the fact she was signing up to this, she was scared about what might happen while she was out there. What she might do, what might happen to them...She wanted to help, she really did, but part of her was definitely afraid. Because he already knew her and knew her skills with a bow, he didn't even need to see her show off for him to accept her onto the team. Despite the fact this had been up for a few days now, she was the first one to sign up for the group. And now she was officially its first member.

"Thank you very much" She said, smiling brightly that he accepted her that easily. He nodded and smiled, and she decided to stay around for now to see who all might come up to try and join. She stepped off to the side and watched the people pass, and whoever else came up to sign up.

Aisha
Meanwhile, Aisha and her brother were walking down that exact street together. She seemed to be on the lookout for the place quite a bit. While she was at it, she was generally just enjoying looking around at San Francisco itself, since she had never seen a city quite like it before. She almost worried she'd be so distracted with the city she'd miss their destination completely. "This place is magnificent" She said happily to her brother, who she was holding the hand of. It always made her feel safer, especially when going through heavily populated areas with lots of people. While she was the more social one of the both of them, that didn't mean she didn't get uncomfortable when there were so many people around. Especially in this world, where creeps, murderers, and so on just walked the streets daily and could cause a lot of problems with no police to stop them, just other people who might kill them for their own safety, or crazy murderers murdering each other.

But then she got distracted from her concerns when she saw their destination. "Look brother" She said, her face lighting up in happiness when she spotted the man they were supposed to talk to. "We're here. Those men we overheard were right! There really is someone hiring people to go and retrieve that device to keep it out of the wrong hands" She said, and she started to walk over to the man, pulling her brother along behind her. "We can do something good with our skills, brother" She said happily to him.

"Well ain't you two just the cutest little things" The old man said politely to the new people arriving to sign up, giving them a bright smile. He thought they seemed a little young to be joining, but if they had the skills, he couldn't find it in him to deny them if they really wanted to join. Something about their mannerisms gave him the impression they were related, and really close at that. Based on their height being close to each other, he wondered if they were twins, but he couldn't be certain. The boy hid his face it seemed so he had a hard time telling how close their similarities were. Carrie seemed to think it was interesting that there were two kids who couldn't be any older then 12 that were trying to join up, but she didn't protest.

Aisha smiled at the man. He seemed really quite polite. Which made her trust this whole group get together even more. If the guy was an old grump that wanted it for himself, she would question him. But his sign said that he didn't even want the device for himself, and his personality made her doubt there was anything shady about this at all. "We would like to try and sign up" She said to him.

"Okay, but you gotta prove yourselves for me to think you are worthy of joining" The old man said, and Aisha gave a nod. "Right this way" He said, taking them back to an area that had a whole bunch of practicing dummies, targets, and so on for various different types of combat. When they arrived to said room, Aisha looked expectantly at her brother, wanting him to show his capabilities as a man for the team before she did, since he was better than she was by far.

Electra
Electra on the other hand had just arrived to San Francisco. Seeing the city and the ocean again for the first time in years was quite the sight for her. That was when she was up on the hills near San Francisco. Once she was actually IN the city she didn't see the ocean anymore. At first she thought getting in the city might be hard, but it wasn't at all difficult in the slightest. With everything she had gone through and done, she never trusted towns or cities like this. They could be ruled or or taken over by anyone. Gangs, stupid governments, whatever. But this one from what she could tell was fairly good, or at least they didn't openly show their problems. Right now she hadn't found the place to sign up for the mission. She didn't even know it existed yet, in fact. Her reasoning to be here was just because it was a stop on her long, long journey across the entire United States. If anything, she was here to explore. But when she finds the mission place, she would find herself wanting to sign up, and maybe she would feel like her life had a purpose again. That maybe, just maybe all this killing she had done and would continue to do would actually end in something good happening that she had actually helped in, instead of clinging desperately onto her last bit of hope and the anger of revenge.

[Edenecho]

(Cathal)
Cathal wandered the town, looking for the place to sign up for the mission, and slightly lost. He had never been in such a big city before, as he usually avoided places like this. To much room for pickpockets and various other bad guys. He adjusted his crossbow on his shoulder and looked over at Moragan, who looked equally on edge.

"Do you even know where we're going?" Moragan asked. Cathal gave a shrug, then shook his head,"I don't, not exactly, anyway. I'm looking for a street," He replied in his thick Irish accent. It was thick enough that some people might have a hard time understanding him. Morgana had known him since she was 5, so she could understand him fine. Hell, after all the time they had spent together, she could understand him just as well as any American. "Great, so we're wandering around San Fransisco, a rather large city, looking for a street that could be anywhere," She said, raising an eyebrow. Cathal gave her a grin,"Could be, but ’tisn’t," He said, gesturing to a street sign. Moragan smiled at him as the two headed down the street. He was about six feet tall while she was about 5 foot 3, so she let him take care of looking for the place, since he could actually see over the heads of the people walking by.

Eventually they found it, and this was shortly after the kids had arrived. Cathal and Moragan walked up to the guy," 'Ay," Cathal said,"We 'ave an interest in joining ye group." Moragan gave a nod and smiled, adjusting her sword belt slightly. Cathal glanced around and was surprised to see two kids there, neither of which looked very old. Not that it was particularly easy to tell with the one with the mask. He also noticed a girl there who looked like she probably knew how to take care of herself. He wondered what their stories were. He always loved stories of any and all kinds. Books, stories people make up, stories of people's lives. Moragan always believed it was because he was Irish, and she'd once heard that Irish people love a good story. She wasn't sure if it was true or not, but she had no reason to believe it wasn't.

(Josh)
As they walked through the streets, Josh just quietly walked along behind Aisha, on the guard for anyone who looked shifty or suspicious. "I bet it was even better before the outage," He said in reply to her saying it was magnificent. He just continued following along quietly, letting his sister take care of the talking and whatnot.

He raised an eyebrow slightly when the one taking care of the hiring said they were cute. He never considered himself to be a cute kid. He could kill people without getting messed up from it. So cute. Still, he stayed quiet, just accepting it as a intended compliment. He gave a faint nod when the guys said they needed to prove themselves, then followed him to the training area.

When they reached it, he wondered how he was supposed to prove himself against dummies. He decided to just go with it. In a flash he had raised his right hand and fired his little arm-mounted crossbow at a target, hitting it on the bulls-eye, though not perfectly in the center. The device had a hidden trigger he could activate with one hand, and it worked when fired with his sleeve pulled over it. He hoped that would be enough to prove his aim, since he didn't want to waste more then one dart, because unlike normal crossbow bolts, they couldn't be used more then once. After that, he unsheathed his sword. His claw glove was on his left hand, so he could fight with his right and claw with his left at the same time. He went over to one of the dummies and attacked it, showing skill and agility, chaining moves together with his sword and glove. In a real battle, sometimes he would throw in a shot from his mini-crossbow, but he didn't want to waste the bolts.

Once he was done with that, he went back over to Aisha and the guy without a word, just waiting to hear what the guy said.

(Leroy)
Leroy made his way into San Fransisco. He had just recently heard about the device, and the guy who was hiring people to look for it, just outside of town, He had been wandering, for no reason other then that he didn't have anywhere to stay. As he entered the city he pulled his shirt down lower to make sure his gun was completely covered, before adjusting his bow so that it would be easy to grab in case of trouble. Along with that, he had a backpack slung over his shoulder, with his quiver attached to it, with his various different types of arrows. In addition to that was his sword, and it was a rather nasty looking on at that. It would basically be impossible to knock someone out with it, without killing them in the process. The finger guard part was a blade, the end of the hilt was sort of like the tip of a spear. Even without that the blade itself wasn't exactly something you would want to get stabbed with. Not that anyone would ever want to get stabbed with anything, but I think you get it.

He walked through the streets, glaring icily at anyone who looked at him strange. His cold, threatening demeanor kept away anyone who might look to cause trouble. That, and his weapons didn't look like something just some random battle novice would have.

(Nicholas)
Nicholas had gotten quite lost on his way to find the place to sign up for the mission. Navigation had never been his strong point. He just hoped he could find it before the group left or got full. He couldn't miss this chance. If he had that device, no one would ever dare bully his again. No one would treat him like an underdog.

He continued to wander aimlessly for a while, figuring he had to find it eventually. And if he didn't, he would ask someone about it.

[Leslie]

The old man watched Josh closely, and he had to say he was quite impressed by his skills. He was going to have his assistant fight him so he could have something that fought back, but he seemed to of done a perfectly good job without an assistant at proving that he was good enough for the mission. He gave him a bright smile, giving off the impression he was quite impressed.

"That was really good. I was going to send in my assistant so you could fight a real target if you want, but I see no reason to unless you want to prove yourself further. You're accepted" The man said to him brightly, and he looked towards Aisha. "Your turn" He said to her kindly, and she gave a nod of her head, getting ready...

Meanwhile, instead of the awesome old man, his assistant was the one to greet the two newcomers since he was busy observing the current guests. They didn't expect this to be an issue, especially since recently they hadn't had anyone arriving in days. But now enough people arrived that they had to have the assistant greet people WHILE someone else was proving themselves. "My grandfather will see if you are cut out for it out back. Just down that way..." He said, pointing towards a back door for a small courtyard where all the dummies and targets were set up.

Back in the training area, Aisha was getting into a dramatic pose to get ready for her round of proving she was good enough for the mission. She hoped this went BETTER then normal honestly. If it went as well as she wanted it to, she would be very proud of herself. She took a deep breath before beginning...

She quickly took a throwing knife out of a sheath on her belt, and threw it at the target, hitting dead center, and then doing a spin in the opposite direction and quickly releasing another throwing knife out at the target, which hadn't quite hit as dead center as the previous one. However, she was quite impressed it went THAT well. The next thing she did was to jump up onto something and then jump up onto a ledge of the side of the building, pulling herself up with ease. She repeated this, even running up a wall once, until she was at the top of the building. It was in a part of San Fransisco that had shorter buildings. The building was only 3 stories tall. She looked down off the edge of the building, smiling down at them. This building had also been an easier one for her to climb, too, because it had really good ledges for her to climb up on. Figuring there was no reason to stay up here, she climbed back down, back to the bottom ledge. She glanced at the dummy closest to her, backed up, and then ran off the edge, landing on her feet and doing a roll. As she got out of the roll, she slashed at the dummy near her and then stabbed it with her hidden blade, pausing dramatically for a moment, then relaxing.

"Very good" The man said, starting to clap. "Both of you are very good" He said. Aisha smiled, and seemed to be breathing a little heavily but not terribly so. She wandered over to the target and pulled her knives out, then sheathed them again, and came back over to her brothers side. "You are accepted as well" He told her. "You may do anything you guys want now, just make sure you check in every now and then in case the group is full and ready" He told the both of them. Aisha just glanced at her brother, seeing what his opinion on it was, even if he just told her and not the man. Either way, they got off to the side in case anyone else showed up.

When Moragan and Cathal arrived to the back, the old man smiled brightly. "Come to join in on the mission? Step right up and prove you're worthy" He said dramatically, and then started grinning.

[Alan Haskayne]

Hegemony Steam ship Mohave
Alexandria gripped the rear guard rail as he threw up over the side again, thankful she wasn't being sent to Hawaii, or Japan to prove herself to the Hegemony, seasickness being one of her main weaknesses. She slid her sleeve across her mouth as the captain reported to her "Madam, it is a honour to have you on my humble steam ship." the comasar chuckled a little, as if this massive battlecruiser was humble. The captain continued "We will be arriving in ten minutes." she then thrust her fist out "Long Live the Emperor." Alex half thrust her fist out and responded "Long live the Hegemony." she watched the other ships of the Hegemony and Fransiscan navies, the Fransiscans mostly having fishing ships and small commerce ships that floated between the massive Hegemony steam freighters that came from Alaska, Hawaii and Japan, bringing the goods back into dock. She even glimpsed the Hegemony Medical Ship Merciful that was heading out to sea to supply the Kotigawa Shogunate with medical supplies ans doctors, the main allies of the Hegemony over in the land of Nippon. She understood the use of such handout programs to the Japanese, they were running out of weapons and were happy to exchange their superior Katana swords for muskets, and even traded whole ships worth of coal for a dozen handguns. She then groaned as she held herself half over the side, throwing up again.

Eric, San Fransisco
Eric leaned back against a nearby shop, listening to a news crier "Hear me, hear me, the Hoover Hegemony would like to make it known that all travel to the the Principality of Hawaii is hereby restricted to full citizens. All who have not done service to the Hegemony may not travel onto the land claimed by the Principality." he then started an add for the news "Hear this, voyages to the Land of Nippon are now only 250 Hegemony credits, from Ishikawa Travel Corporation, now with packages for indentured servitude in the Kotigawa rice fields for as little as 6 months." Eric smiled a little, he has always wanted to go see Japan, or the Confederacy, or the Monroe Republic, somewhere not under the control or influence of the Hegemony. He walked down the street to the area he had heard about, the one offering the mission to find a device that could turn the power back on. As he left he heard the Crier "The Hegemony would like to reissue the bounty of 100,000 Hegemony dollars to anyone who can restore electricity to the Hegemony successfully." Eric soon found the sign for the man he had heard about, having to stop to allow a large unit of Hegemony soldiers march by, but soon after knocking on the door.

Hoover Dam, Hoover Hegemony.
"And what of the canal?" the Hegemon asked his Admiral, a woman who looked like only a couple years his elder. She quickly shook her head, walking around the massive topographical map of the world from Japan to the east coast, showing all Hegemony units. She pointed to a scout ship near panama "The HMS Hawthorn has confirmed that without power the locks are inoperable. However they state that the cables are still intact on our end, and that the Confederacy cables must need repairs, We are have communicated it to them using the neutral base." the Chief General then turned over toward the Chief Medical Officer "Are the bio agents ready?" the man growled a little and said "No, tell Atlanta to send more samples, with more N2 this time, keep them cold!" the Hegemon gave a nod to their telegraph operator, who began tapping out a message. He then looked over reports "Send more weapons to the Japanese, and order a cruiser to accompany them, offer the Japanese some naval support." the Admiral nodded, and muttered "We are running out of shells." he then looked at the final item "These pendants we have heard about? in Monroe's Republic, order our spies to collect at all costs." the general then asked her husband, the Hegemon "And the Bunker we found in Colorado? We have tried drilling and blasting it open, but, nothing is working." the Hegemon smirked slightly "Hack it, I don't care how long it takes. Deploy a regiment of Hoover troops, insure its safety. Who knows how many shells could be in that bunker, or gold, or chemical weapons."