Mission # 43215a

You arrive at the final destination of your planes respectively and each of you are met by a suited man holding a simple placcard with your last name. You are led to a car and dropped off at a hotel( you are in seperate hotels.), and told they would pick you up in the morning. They do, bright and early at 7:30 there is a knock at the door, and the same man with the same car is waiting to take you to the meeting. After a short drive down town you arrive at a large business building. The driver gives you a card and says, "Don't be late." The card simply reads 4627.


quick descripion of the room.

This large boardroom contains a large table surrounded by twenty one chairs the most grand of which is at the head of the table. Behind the head of the table the large bay windows are unblinded and the morning sun fills the room with natural light. Along the north wall a breakfast buffet has been laid out with high quality foods.


And go....and hopefully this post doesn't get eaten by forum creatures...

Ian glances around the room a bit and ambles over to the breakfast buffet. He wears black slacks and a grey shirt, which is under a trenchcoat. He is also carrying a large satchel which is slung across his chest.

"I would suppose that this is meant for us. I must say I'm a bit hungry myself . . ."

Ian picks up one of the donuts, examines it shortly, and then begins to take a bite out of it.

Wolfgang walks into the room and glances around, noticing the man already in the room. Wolfgang is weaing a tight dark red t-shirt that is tucked into his black pants. This is covered by a brown leather jacket. He was used to this kind of thing, many of his contracts were given to him like this. Wolfgang heads over to the table and shakes his head at most of the food. He proceeds to pick up an apple and a few strawberries before seating himself fairly far away from the large chair. He begins eating his apple fairly slowly.

Andrew squints slightly, as his hazel green eyes adjust to the sunlight filling the room. Spotting the table, he strides to it purposefully and pours himself a glass full of orange juice. He cuts a trim figure, of average height, with his belt serving the intended purpose of keeping his pants up, and not his belly in. He is not, however, an imposing figure, except for the intensity of his eyes. Grey flecks the sides of an otherwise light brown head of hair.

Draining his juice in a single gulp, he eyes the rest of the food. He isn't hungry, but he makes it a point to never skip breakfast. He selects a few sausages and an apple, setting them on a plate. Taking it to the table, he sits four chairs down from the head.

[OOC: Yes, though much of his job requires him to be a lab monkey, he keeps in shape. Yes, he is single.]

[ooc: I'm currently having troubles with my ISP. I'm calling them tomorrow to see what the hell is up but as of now, I have to use a friend's computer and it's only available on wednesdays. I have a thread up in the tech area asking for help, so if you know about computers, hit me there, and help if you can. I'll make an intro but don't really factor me in until I get my ISP fixed)

Dominic looks over at the buffet and smiles. Of course, from a strategic poit of view, he should eat some fruit and a lot of the starchy products to keep his energy up but...
Dominic runs over to the table. Dominic begans to grab at anything he can and eats it with abandon, and after a while what he can't fit in his stomach, he stuffs into his back pack.
What these clients forgot to realize was that Dominic had been homeless ever since his escape from the base, and he was not about to waste this oppurtunity. Throughout all this, Dominic still kept in mind that he had a job and was careful not to stuff himself so full he was incapable, but God was he loving this.
After eating until he felt content, Dominic realized how he must look now. He stands there in his tattered rain jacket and ripped up jeans with dirt all over his body and smelling to high heaven. He think to himself, Maybe, I should take a shower while I can too. I hope they got me some better clothes then these.

Ian looks up at all the people coming in. He has reddish brown hair that is beginning to grey out, and a pair of what appears to be reading glasses hanging from a band around his neck. Brown eyes complete the look of this disheveled man, and he looks at those coming in with interest.

"Hello hello. You must be here for the meeting as well, no? I do hope that it shall be interesting . . . flew halfway across the country to get here. Hope my TA is performing his duties properly . . . new TA you see, and sometimes it takes them a while to get things down straight."

He turns back to the buffet and grabs another donut, as well as snagging himself a glass of orange juice.

"These donuts are wonderful! You really should try them."

Krauser sighs and shakes his head at the man. He has short brown hair that doesn't have enough length to move much.
"Those things will kill you you know, you should eat healthier."
Krauser finishes his apple and sets the core on the table and begins eating his strawberries.

Oblivion, birth name Allison DeLouve, stand by the door looking at the people sharing the room with her. More like watching them, figuring out who can she trust to be an ally. Well, what little trust she can give out that is. She slowly walks by Krauser, picking up the apple core he had set down.

"The core has the most vitamins, shouldn't waste it"

She takes a bite out of the apple core, licking the juices that had ran down her lip. She then walks over to the window and leans back against it, nibbling on the small remainder of the apple. She sits on the sill and puts one leg up.

"The morning sun feels good, but the brightness is frieghtening."

She pulls out some sunglasses she had in her overcoat. The shades too dark to see her eyes. She rests her head back and looks out the window. Her dark red hair shining golden in the sunlight, pulled back in her usual fashion of a long ponytail, her deep green eyes hidden behind the shades glimmer when she sees something she wants. She is average of height, 5'7", but when she wears her heeled leather boots she stands a good 5'10". She is on the small side when it comes to weight, about 110, a little under for her height. Light freckles cause her to look younger then her 19 years. Today she had picked out short leather shorts, and a dark purple halter. She keeps her long black over coat covering her. She wore this outfit in case she needs to be light, she is always prepared if she has to run.. or fight as it usually ends up on most 'adventures'.

She watches Ian out of the corner of her eye, she thinks he is rather cute.

OOC: Cute? Intersting way to describe someone who is more than twice your age . . . theres a reason his hair is greying out. But hey, no complaints. Also, am I doing a good job of coming off as slightly scatterbrained? =P

"I find that eating healthy isn't so much limiting what you eat as how much you eat of it. A fine example would be a . . . a . . . a glass of wine. One glass a day is good for body. Try drinking 2 bottles a day and, well, the results should be obvious. Even the ancient Romans knew that much."

Ian holds up his half-eaten donut.

"Besides, these are jelly-filled. Now where is the tea . . ."

Ian examines the table until he spies the hot water and selection of tea bag. He walks over, pours a glass of hot water, and dips a bag of green tea into it. He moves over to the main table and sits down, placing his glass of orange juice and cup of tea on the table. He also takes off the coat and sets on the back of the chair, as well as setting his satchel down carefully on the table. He takes a small sip of the tea.

"Ahh . . . nothing wakes you up like a good cup of green tea. An older beverage than even coffee . . ."

[ooc - i said she thought he was cute, but not sexy like a puppy or kid playing in the mud is cute.]

Oblivion thinks to herself that this is just a waste of time. There is no point into all of this, can there be? There are so many other things she could be doing instead of sitting in a room full of strangers, none of which really sparked her interest.
She sighs and closes her eyes. Remembering her childhood. Her father's strong arms, wrapped around her when she would run up to him after school. The smell of his aftershave. No matter how hard life was, how bad a day he had, he would always smile and act as if all was fine when she was around.
She sighed again, trying to remember the smell of his aftershave, wishing so much to go back...

After finishing his strawberries, Krauser looks at the newcomer and stands up.
"Sometimes people should know their place, little girl."
He walks over to the buffet and grabs an orange and pours himself an especially large cup of apple juice before returning to his seat. After taking a swig of the apple juice he remarks.
"It might be a lot safer for you if you do."
[OOC:Sorry if Krauser seems a little condescending, but I feel thats just how he would naturally be given his position in life.]

Finding himself hungrier than he thought, Andrew rose as well, and took some eggs and a slice of cantalope. Returning to his seat, he spoke.

"If she's here, that speaks enough for her place. Speaking of place, what does everybody do here?"

Shifting slightly in his chair, he takes a small bite of cantalope while shifting his gaze from person to person, probing carefully with his eyes.

Ian looks at the man who just spoke.

"If you're asking for introductions, it's historically considered good social grace to introduce yourself first. Still, I suppose that now, since I'm asking for an introduction, I should give one myself. Dr. Ian McDronal, historian and archaeologist. I specialize in ancient mythology and it's impact on social order, both ancient and current. Fascinating field. Theres a lot more too it than most people realize. Et tu?"

Oblivion raises her eyebrow at Krauser

"And how was I out of place?"

She stands up and walks over to Krauser, her stare not waivering as she stands in front of him.

"They call be Oblivion, I don't have a job. I have many jobs. And one of them is to teach you some manners, sir."

She then takes his apple juice and pours it on his lap.
She walks over to the table and picks up a couple strawberries. She raises her sunglasses to the top of her head and sits on the big table in the center of the room. She crosses her legs and leans back on one arm.

"Don't ever talk to me like that again. You talk with respect, you will get respect in return. I am not a child, I most likely lived my life longer and harder then you. I may be young in years, but I have been around long enough to know more then you can imagine. You don't know me, or what I can do. You don't want to test me."

She takes a bite out of a strawberry.

[ooc: think of the adventurous Laura Croft (Tomb Raider) and Bloodrayne (wit and personality) she does have a soft side though]

The door opens suddenly and loudly, it draws your attention. In the doorway is Kalin a man you met once, when you were officially made part of the Patron Saints.

"Sorry, I'm late, there was an incedent...."

He crosses the room and sits in the chair at the head of the table.

"If you're going to fightv do it now, I'd prefer not to have conflict out there."

He pauses, and eyes the five of you.