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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2013 17:19:42 GMT -5
There was the energy he’d been wishing for! Shooting up like a rocket the senior PIDA agent was on his feet in seconds, irises glowing with excitement for this long due exercise. It had been a few months since he’d stretched his battle legs! He kept himself seasoned but the Rep was rarely targeted. However, when the time came he would be prepared for he needed to be ready at a moments notice. Pondering deeply, Malcolm reminisced about the pain-splitting bullet that pierced his thigh many years ago. The entire incident was a blur to the bodyguard except for the shattering agony which traveled all along his leg. He never was quite sure why the wound hadn’t healed properly; maybe it had been too deep? He did have accelerated healing abilities however he wasn’t impervious to massive scar tissue. He had a second scar on his shoulder which he had been dealt during the realm war by a perched sniper. Malcolm had fired a returning shot, capturing his target but when he wobbled to investigate, his enemy had disappeared with a blood trail grown cold.
“Sounds good. We’ll take my car, come on!” Leading his pack towards the transportation he strolled towards a sleek black car nestled between the family vehicles littering the parking lot.
ooc; bleggg post
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2013 17:25:38 GMT -5
Peter was surprised to see Malcolm stand up so quickly. The sudden enthusiasm the agent had caught Peter off guard. Well there was no way to back out of it now. Rising to his feet, Peter looked back between the two fellow agents.
"Sure. Lead the way." Peter said as he gestured with his hand.
Despite being nervous about this whole idea, Peter would follow as soon as Malcolm started to lead the way. He already agreed to it as well as Isabelle, so it was only right to not even dare try to back out of it.
OOC: Another not that great post. Sorry.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2013 18:09:14 GMT -5
"Perfect!" Izzy said as she followed the two. She was excited but fought not to show it. She hoped for a good fight for once the ones she had gotten into for training at the P.I.D.A headquarters had been easy at best. She was going to love a battle where she had to make a quick decision and be quick on her feet. Izzy looked straight ahead as they approached the car. She smiled when she the car, "Nice car," Is all she said though.
OOC: so short!!!!)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2013 20:33:35 GMT -5
“Eh, it isn’t much really, get’s me from place to place.” He retorted simply, pressing the unlocking mechanism before swinging the door open and hopping in place. The vehicle’s interior was quaint with grey leather seats along with a few scuffs and cuts here and there. Although many would view them as imperfections, Malcolm enjoyed the wounds of time. It allowed the connection between man and machine to strengthen he believed, even if it was rather ridiculous. Continuing the routine he placed the key into the ignition and felt the engine rumble beneath the gas. Turning to his company who had were awaiting an invitation, waved his hand in an attempt to let them know they were allowed to enter. “Shall we?”
It had taken the PIDA bodyguard quite some time to familiarize himself with the road since where he had lived, no rules applied. It was either speed away with your life or flip over dead to escape whatever monster or creature tailed behind. Here, there were stop signs and traffic lights which all had been alien to the battle-born human. For the first few weeks let’s just say he wasn’t the safest man on the road.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2013 20:48:42 GMT -5
"It's a good car." Peter commented when he saw it.
Peter had never been interested in cars. He didn't see the fascination with them. Plus...he didn't own one. Granted he had a driver's licenses but that was it. Cars and him weren't exactly on.....good terms. His hand froze as it held onto the back seat door handle as Malcolm spoke. Hearing Malcolm speak, he unfroze and opened the door to the back seat without a word.
Peter would suffer with the back seat. Isabelle could have the front passenger side seat. Putting the seat belt on, he took a deep breath and sighed. He kind of slouched in the seat as he tried to ignore the memories trying to cloud his head right now.
It won't be fore very long....it won't be for very long... Peter muttered in his head, trying to relax.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2013 20:55:29 GMT -5
Izzy jogged around the car and slid in on the passenger side. "So is there anything we should have a warning about before we get to the woods and start training?" Izzy asked Malcolm, she was sure Peter was completely human but Malcolm she was not entirely sure about. She knew he was human of course but she had a feeling he wasn't quite normal. "I mean not to be rude but I am curious," she said because she never wanted to insult anyone. She was ready to get to the woods but wanted to know before she got surprised and froze. She listened to his answer with acute interest unsure of what to expect.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2013 1:14:35 GMT -5
Tension boiled in the car substantially in the back seat where the young Peter sat anxiously, obviously distressed by his surroundings. Adjusting his rearview mirror, his azure irises captured the young agent for a split moment before jerking to the hyperactive passenger nestled beside him. He would question his companion, however now they needed to reach the forest immediately. When Isabelle addressed Malcolm, he was rather surprised by her inquiry. How would he explain it? He hadn’t recalled in quite some time what the doctor used to explain his modified abilities.
“It’s not a problem Isabelle. I can initiate random telekinetic acts that effect my luck, dealing improbable but not impossible feats.” He paused, clearing his throat steadily. “You’ll see when we get there.” He teased.
"So, what made you both decide to join the PIDA?" He was hoping to draw Peter away from his fear as well as relieve some awkward tension between the young companions.
ooc; bleh tiny post T.T
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2013 10:36:36 GMT -5
Peter could barely hear what Malcolm said to Isabelle to answer her question. He was fading off to memory and it was hard to resist that. It felt like he was slipping back into his nightmares. Closing his eyes, he hide his face by putting a hand to it. That helped a little bit, just enough for him to hear Malcolm's question.
"I just....wanted to be of help to others..." Peter answered in a low and rather weak sounding voice.
Rather strange and stupid sounding reason but it was the truth. Peter removed his hand from his face and looked out the window. Slouching a bit farther. Sure the seat belt was starting to hurt by it digging into the side of his neck. However he really didn't pay any notice to it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2013 19:19:26 GMT -5
"Really I joined because I want to help yes but there is also no place for me to work in the real world, I am to hyperactive to pass as a normal human," Izzy said with a smile as she looked back and forth between her two companions. She was enjoying the car ride but also eager to get the training started, it would be interesting to see what exactly Malcolm could do. She looked out the window after a few minuets of silence. "Wonder how much of a chalenge we will be to you Malcolm," she said still looking out the window. Izzy remained mostly still only soundlessly tapping her fingers against her leg.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2013 1:33:34 GMT -5
“Really? I never would’ve guessed.” Malcolm teased, watching the lupine girl bounce and jitter beside him like a fervent child awaiting her father’s return; similar to his own forlorn daughter Lindsey. Malcolm had not casted eyes with his child in seven years from fear of her survival. His job was not the safest so all extortions needed to be removed permanently or moved from enemy sights. Lindsey was cooped up in Europe however she was a tough little child for she knew exactly what was at stake in this world; she didn’t want their destructive past to catch up with them. Malcolm recalled the day she volunteered herself to the PIDA however he did not allow it. He couldn’t do that to her, no matter how much she wished it. The entire situation was wrong and unjust to Malcolm as a mentor and father.
“I hope quite the challenge. I wouldn’t be qualified if I wasn’t.” He joked again, flicking the blinker as they approach the wooded entrance to the solace park which was luckily extremely empty at the hour. With the world bustling by it would be exceptionally difficult to spot through the thick. “Well, we’re almost there!” He reassured his two passenger, mostly looking out for the young youth in the back.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2013 9:25:17 GMT -5
Peter had further slouched in the time that Isabelle and Malcolm were talking. He had gotten dragged into memory even though he tried not to. Sitting in the backseat, the car just going along fine, then CRASH!!! At least in his mind that's how it went. Peter closed his right eye and put a hand to it quickly, memories hurt and this was no exception.
"Okay...." Peter muttered in response to Malcolm saying they were almost there, the sooner they were there the sooner Peter could escape being dragged into memory.
OOC: Sorry for it being short.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2013 14:30:19 GMT -5
Izzy nodded quickly laughing at his joke of her hyper nature. "Great!" she exclaimed when he said they were close. She was excited to get started, and since she knew she would be somewhat surprised she was ready with all the information she needed. Izzy sat as patiently as she could but her nature betrayed her as she started moving around as much as the car would let her. She moved fast but she soon found this to be bad for she hit her knee on the small part of the dash that was in front of her. "Ouch," she said rubbing the spot she hit and wincing.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 4:33:10 GMT -5
"Smooth." Malcolm joked, not removing his gaze from the dirt path ahead. Fortunately for all passengers Malcolm wasn’t easily startled by sudden sounds; he was practically immune to the idea. Living in a realm overwhelmed with booming sounds, screams of plight, and gunfire numbed your senses to such unforeseen resonance. The PIDA member glimpsed quickly to Peter, who seemed hypnotized by something and it looked harmful to his psyche. Malcolm was sure the memories which haunted him plagued his very being, so the senior needed to reach the base of operations quickly before he lost his dear friend to past tragedy.
After a few noiseless moments they arrived at their destination. Malcolm gripped the bar and placed it into park before twisting the key, turning off the roaring ignition. With a chipper smile he observed his two companions while uttering curiously, trying to lighten the mood. “Shall we?” The agent didn’t stick around long for a response for he was actually excited; it had been so long since the bodyguard had exerted his battle-born energies so this was technically a trial run for him!
Exiting the vehicle, he retreated to the back seat and popped the trunk to reveal a plethora of weapons at his disposal for this test, as well as the human student if need be. “Don’t fret you two, we obviously won’t be using actual bullets however we will have what I like to call beads.” He buried his hand into a tattered box which was filled with tiny round shells much like its nickname. He displayed the minuscule sphere to his comrades. “It work pierce skin but it’ll leave a nasty bruise!” He teased.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 10:55:32 GMT -5
Once the car had stopped, Peter exited quickly. Closing the car door, he leaned against it for a moment. Finally getting his memories to stop going on instant reply. A sigh left him as he removed his hand from his eye and headed to where the trunk was. He listened to what Malcolm said as he stared at his friend's miniature arsenal.
At least he's prepared for what comes his way. Peter thought as his gaze landed on the tiny bead.
"Like a bee-be gun." Peter said, he never had one but he remembered seeing how tiny the ammo was for those things.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 16:12:25 GMT -5
Izzy exited the car and quickly went to the trunk without hesitation. She was curious as to what was there and was surprised to find it was a good sized arsenal. She listened as he spoke about the beads and to Peters comment about the bee-be guns, not sure what that was. "As long as the beads aren't made of silver I am fine," Izzy joked with a quick laugh. She didn't like the idea of guns really but she knew she must use them in training and in certain fighting situations. She was captivated by the small bullet-like beads though, unlike any actual bullet, and was fine with the thought of using them to train. She listened for a reply from either of her companions on her small joke.
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