UNION: Headquarters, London
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				Title: <strong>UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 14:24:16</strong>
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				(http://imageshack.us/a/img268/5337/batterseapowerstationni.jpg)<br><br><em><strong>Underneath Battersea Power Station</strong></em><br><br><strong>Level 1</strong> – Iron girded doors, sliding electronic doors, voice-and-finger-imprint scans. Initial small welcome lounge, complete with grandfather clock, red velvet chairs and leather chez longue. Books scattered around, from HG Wells to Charles Darwin. Framed pictures of Winston Churchill, Mahatma Ghandi and Freddy Mercury. A couple of people can have a fairly private chat in here.<br><br><br><br><strong>Level 2</strong>- The Union Chamber. Meeting, planning, strategy room and war room. Several large touch-screens throw glowing light across the already well-lit chamber. In the centre of the room there is a colossal oval table, thick glass that has small touch-screen monitors within. Tall leather chairs surround the table. <br><br><br><br><strong>Level 3</strong> – Huge kitchen and dining area, all smooth metal worksurfaces and a massive wooden table, clearly set out for upto a dozen people to sit comfortably around and eat a meal. The cupboards are stacked with eggs, brown rice, bacon, lean steak meat, lentils, soya milk, baked beans (of course) fresh fruit and vegetables, salmon, free-range chicken and various glucose-enhanced energy bars and snacks, not to mention several tins of protein shakes. It’s all very modern Scandinavian in here, built for size and efficiency. There is also apparantly a very small minibar, although no one seems to know where it is. <br><br><br><br><strong>Level 4</strong> – Gym and sparring room. The gym is standard, with weights, treadmills, cycle machines, rowing machines, motion-and-voice activated soundsystem, having access to millions of different tracks of music, whatever the heroes need to get them pumped through an intense fitness session.<br>Likewise in the sparring room, a huge and very high-ceilinged room. Bare, except with a few British family herald crests up on the walls, the odd suit of armour or so, a couple of crossed rapiers. Kevlar vests, aspestos suits, stab vests and loads of other protection and body armour in case the heroes feel the need to go “full-out” in their training sessions against one another. The walls are reinforced concrete, covered with thin rubber, likewise the floor.<br><br><br><br><strong>Level 5</strong> – “Union Line” tube station access. From here, the heroes can immediately get onto the underground covertly, as long as they’re not in costume and are in civilian dress. There is a development underway whereby one high-speed tube train, a “bullet-tube” if you will is being built solely for Union use only, in a hidden tunnel away from the public so the team can travel in their costumes and not give away their hideout’s location. It needs more funding at present, however, so is on hold. The secret line will, however, expand to accomodate bullet-train speed travel to any location in and around London, and also a select network of secret sites all over (and under) the UK.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 02:41:47</strong>
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				Abigail was lounging on the sofa in the lounge area drinking a cup of tea in a proper china teacup reading a small paperback novel titled "God Emperor of Didcot." She did not wish to be the first one into the the Union Chamber so was wasting a bit of time after she oversaw the installation of her Armoury chamber. She chuckled again when she'd gotten to a particularly funny part of the book involving peanuts. Her brown hair was tied back and she wore union flag tank top and a pair of cargo trousers likely far from the glamorous attire people were used to seeing her in.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 05:25:39</strong>
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				After a bit, the door creaked open, and a rather unremarkable looking man slipped though the doorway and into the waiting room; he was dressed in a rather unremarkable looking dark grey blazer and black tie, with brown slacks, a battered felt hat and dust-stained dress shoes. If the man was trying to dress inconspicuously, he failed badly in that, since he looked more like someone acting in a period drama show than anything else; and furthermore, the man's bearing and the way he carried himself was far too tightly controlled and stiff, showing that he was, at the least, a former military man.<br><br>The man sat down in one of the arm chairs, at a polite distance from the woman. After a minute, he coughed softly and discretely to draw her attention. "Excuse me?" he asked as he reached down to take off his shoes and rest his feet.
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				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 13:16:16</strong>
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				Abigail looked up and saw "The Navigator" she sat up and looked over to him "Hi I'm Abigail, you must be Gavin Dunwall." <br>She smiled brightly and stood up, she was probably shorter than he expected. On her right wrist she wore a large brass bracelet with a small screen. around the Bracelet she had a number of visible silver lines like a circuit, fading as the got further from the device. "Heard a lot about you, can I get you some tea?"
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				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 17:45:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/UmbrellaSmall1_zpsa6c08b10.png)</div><strong>Jack The Ripper</strong><br><strong>Union HQ, Level 1</strong><br><br>"Well, well, 'ave a butcher's at this bloody place. Posh, in'it?" <br><br>Jack's voice came from the entryway, smooth and feminine with a bit of a cockney accent. Rather unfitting of a half-vampire serial killer. Disarming, almost. Then again, perhaps that was the point. She was leaning on her umbrella, eyes roaming the well appointed interior of the Union HQ. "They certainly weren't talkin' porkies when they said they'd take care of us," said the vampire, strolling past the other occupants, up to the shelves that contained books. She started looking at them, reading aloud the titles, then dropping or tossing them over her shoulder one by one. <br><br>"Read it. Read it. Read it. Read it. Read it. Boring. Read it. Author's a tosser. Read it. Killed that guy - vampire. Read it..." <br><br>Jack whirled on her heel, spinning to face the others, a grin on her lips, "Awful lot of time to read when yer bloomin' a hundred years old, strewth. Anything 'round here for a bit of a nosh?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 22:32:56</strong>
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				"For my sins, yes, I am he." he said, bowing to Abigail in greeting. "Forgive my rather informal attire; I thought it might not be wise to travel the streets of London in my uniform during these anxious times." he explained, his voice sounding warm and rich in tones, like someone doing a voice over for a chocolate advertisment. "Though I will admit, I hadn't realised that I was so well known; mostly I've been trying to learn my way in this new England, an England so different to the one I left, on that fateful night..." he trailed off, before shaking his head to clear away his thoughts. "I'm sorry, I'm wool-gathering.... Tea, you say? Oh, that would be absolutely splendid; shall I be 'mother' then?" he asked with a slightly crooked smile.<br><br>It was about that point that the new woman arrived, and began to fossick over the shelves. Gavin knew who she was for a fact, both from the word on the street, and from reading Bram Stoker; and being a good, God-fearing Englishman like he was, seeing a Creature of the Night so close to him was giving him conniptions, as he began to feel around in his pockets for something to protect himself. These actions however were almost immediately curtailed when he saw her tossing those books around, which made him indignant at the disrrespect shown to said books. "I say, watch where you're tossing those! And for that matter, you should treat books with respect!" he exclaimed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 08:03:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/UmbrellaSmall1_zpsa6c08b10.png)</div><strong>Jack The Ripper</strong><br><strong>Union HQ, Level 1</strong><br><br>Jack waved dismissively at Gavin over her shoulder, "They're bloody books, not priceless gems. Books're meant to be enjoyed an' a sign of a well-loved book is wear an' tear. Can bloomin' tell nobody's cracked one o' these before. Spine's still all straight, innit? That's the shame right there. Besides, like I said; all terrible. Twenty Thousand Snore-Worthy Leagues Under The Bloomin' Sea! Pfff! It's seven 'undred pages of a Frenchie faffin' on about lookin' at fish!" <br><br>She held the book at arms length, nose wrinkled for a moment before dropping it to the floor with a thump. <br><br>"Jules Verne. He was a vampire, y'know. You can always tell with the writin' style. Terribly borin an' droll. Lotsa meaninless details 'cause the undead 'ave nothin' to do but look observe things 'alf the time." Jack spun on her heel to face the others in the room, a little grin on her lips, exposing her fangs. <br><br>"Conan Doyle, though, now there was a right lovely chap. Him an' I used to head down to the old rub a dub an' get knackered! Man could rabbit on fer ages when he'd had a shot of the 'ol Dutch courage in 'im. Always talkin' 'bout his stories, stories, stories. Tried like 'ell to get somethin' good out an' when he finally does he can't escape it. Poor bastard." <br><br>Her smile turns down into a little contemplative frown as she turns back to the shelf. She reaches up and pulls down The Hound of The Baskervilles. Wistfully, the half-vampire flips through the un-read book, spine still stiff and pages still crisp. There's probably still a price tag on the back of it. She sighs a little bit and carefully places it back on the shelf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 18:54:00</strong>
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				A voice crackles, politely, on an small and ancient speaker (tinny, almost as if it had been there for decades) from behind a lamp on the desk.<br><br>"Ahem. Good evening. Please join our operative in Union Chamber on level two, when you feel ready. And Jacquelene, do stop dropping those books, our resources are stretched as it is without you damaging our limited library. Thank you."<br><br>The speaker went silent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 19:58:34</strong>
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				On <strong>level two</strong>, in the expansive Union Chamber, stood one figure.<br><br>He stood at the end of the oval table (one may make a casual connection between this and King Arthur's legendary round table, only aesthetically, but given the nature of its purpose...) and managed to loom over the entirety of it.<br><br>He was a big guy.<br><br>Clad head-to-foot in a white bodysuit all the way upto the crown of his skull, where a foppish mop of browny-blonde hair sat. There was a large red cross from the base of his neck down to his crotch, the horizontal branch spanning across his pectoral muscles.<br><br>Which were...intimidatingly large.<br><br>No cape for this guy, the red cross motif repeated itself on his back. He stood, flicking through a tablet comfortably, although not with the panache and flair of one totally at home with such technology. It was more like watching your Dad playing with a new high-powered toy.<br><br>St George stood at the top of the oval table, waiting to meet the rest of Union, and brief them on their first mission as a team.<br><br>Others may have seen footage of him on the news, twice, once with live coverage. There was the speeding train crash he had averted with <em>his body</em>, showing a gargantuan amount of strength as he put himself in front of the rogue East Midlands 16.40 train from Leicester to London, slowing the entire eight carriages as it was about to collide with another train heading north. Although only on passengers patchy Iphone cameras, since released on Youtube and used a couple of times on BBC News, one could see the rails glow white-hot as St George's feet caused friction that would have made a car melt. The muscles on his arms stood out as he took the colossal strain needed to slow the speeding train, without any danger to the passengers, down to a stop, then manually changed the tracks so the train coming in the opposite direction would safely change course. <br><br>The other time, this time with live coverage, was at a televised Chelsea-Millwall football game. The two teams "firms" (slang term for different tribes of football hooligans) had this fight planned for a long time, and it wasn't hard for the Metropolitan Police to plan extra armed officers to police the game. Only they had been sidelined by members of the BDP's security troops. The masked goons far outnumbered the Met at the game, and were on the lookout for any reason to begin laying about with their charged koshes. People even began to suspect that they were here just to look for an excuse to attack the Met police officers themselves, and prove the BDP's superiority that had long been suspected by the more cynical of the UK's population.<br><br>Only, neither fight ever came. <br><br>At some point towards the end of the game (Chelsea were up by two in the second half, not a massive surprise but the crowd were charged nontheless and had almost forgotten about the vast swathes of security watching them), he had just...arrived. He was waiting outside Stamford Bridge, right at the spot where each teams firms would normally come out and begin smashing each other up. As the crowd left, St George was just standing there, all nearly-seven-feet of him, emblazoned in his white and red costume.<br><br>BDP and Met officers also came out in their droves, and just...stared. St George did nothing, said nothing, just watched. And then, when the crowds dispersed, he left.<br><br>Not a single blow was exchanged by either Chelsea or Millwall fan, by neither Met nor BDP. His presence was simply enough.<br><br>In the mainstream, he was now the top-searched Google UK listing, chat shows were ablaze with his antics (or lack of them). Speculations were rife, and it looked as if the UK had it's first official superhero.<br><br>Unofficially, however, and away from the TV and newspapers, the BDP were now aware of their long-lost test subject, and as far as they were concerned, he had blown his cover, and had gone rogue.<br><br>This man now idly flicked through his tablet, alternating between the Union teammembers profiles, and Fruit Ninja IV. He couldn't quite get the achievement for the St George-themed katana. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 21:13:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/UmbrellaSmall1_zpsa6c08b10.png)</div><strong>Jack The Ripper</strong><br><strong>Union HQ, Level 1</strong><br><br>Jack rolled her eyes at the speaker, "Blimey. I'll leave two quid on the table an' you can buy more at the corner market next time you pop on down. Not like anyone's readin' the things anyway. Set dressin' is wot it is. Get some first editions in 'ere an' maybe I'll put on the kid gloves." <br><br>The vampire grinned, making sure to flash her fangs at Gavin again before departing for the lower level.<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Robot8_zpsad36b2a6.jpg)</div><strong>Governess</strong><br><strong>Union HQ, Level 2</strong><br><br>It seemed kind of funny that St. George was struggling with a piece of common technology when a much higher quality, quite UN-common piece of technology was standing right next to him. Designation GvRN-5, secret identity; Elizabeth B. Falkmore, hero name; Governess. They'd have only been given cursory information about her as much of the project to develop her was still classified for reasons of national security. She was a prototype designed to replace the Queen's guard and act as security in other sensitive installations. While effective, mass-producing these units would prove to be far too expensive to be feasible. She was strong, tough, fast, extremely intelligent, and quite deadly. She would also be acting as a liason for the heroes, passing down orders from HQ and George himself where necessary, a fact that might make some of them uncomfortable. <br><br>As the heroes entered, Elizabeth offered stiff bows and rehearsed smiles, an effort to make them feel more comfortable. She lifted a hand and motioned to the table, <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Please. Have a seat. Make yourselves comfortable. We will be with you in a moment."</span></span><br><br>Her eyes darted briefly over to George, tapping away at his tablet. She did her best imitation of a human clearing her throat, giving him a cue to start talking and stop trying to get a high score. Elizabeth was always a stickler for manners and hounded George wherever possible. He might suspect she enjoyed getting on his nerves a little. That wasn't possible though, right? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 23:08:46</strong>
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				To his credit, Gavin managed to keep his hand from rubbing around his throat, with a bit of difficulty; and even gave her a litle smirk as if to say "Told you so.". He quickly finished his tea, and then took a moment to put the books back on the shelves, sorted by genre and in both chronological and alphabetical order before following the others down; due to this he was the last fellow to arrive in the Union Chamber, and the last to be seated. He was actually rather pleased by the chairs; he remembered only too well the plain, almost spartan metal seat that he'd sit on for hours upon hours, night after night at the navigation post on a Lancaster, as "P-Popsie" flew on raids over Nazi Germany.<br><br>"Sorry if I'm late, chaps." he said with a somewhat crooked smile.
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				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 12:08:10</strong>
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				Abigail smiled as she saw St George and Elizabeth. She hadn't seen St George in person since her parents funeral, he was one of the&nbsp; main reasons she didn't go down a darker route. She looked at The Governess with interest, her own AI experiments have never been as successful. She sat down at the table and put her feet up. "Can we make this quick, I kinda have a business to run... oh who am I kidding, I have a party to get to." 
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				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 20:19:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>She got lost.&nbsp; She was supposed to go to level two and wound up on level four somehow, even Tigress isn't exactly sure how.&nbsp; And then she'd gotten curious (which is how she stumbled into her cat motif) about all the equipment and armor.&nbsp; Her eyes roving over and looking to see if there were any high-tech robots or sentinel type things they'd have to fight to practice on.&nbsp; She'd gone down to level five, when she'd meant to go up in the elevator and while she looked around she made sure not to touch anything.&nbsp; Those tubes looked like they went places, and she really doesn't need to go anywhere right now.<br><br>Luckily from there it's only a matter of going <i>up</i>.&nbsp; She hit the third floor, figuring she's already late, she may as well familiarize herself with the place and grabs a quick banana to eat.&nbsp; She pulls up her mask to just over her nose to go through the fruit, then has to search for a trash bin.&nbsp; Once found she tosses the peel away and heads up to the second floor, the first she'd already seen when she first arrived.&nbsp; Finally finding the chamber where they're supposed to meet, she grimaces when everyone else seems to be there already.&nbsp; She silently slips in...as discreetly as a woman can that's also 6'3", dressed in all white, a physique of an Olympian, and quite frankly <strong>that ass</strong> (http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Leryn%20Franco/leryn-franco-beijing-1808-005_leryn_franco_olympics_model_bikini_zpsdbc4240f.jpg).<br><br>She's a little skittish, sitting near Abigail but not right next to her.&nbsp; Her hands run along the arms of the chair, finally settling both arms on the table, crossing them and drumming her fingers along her arms.&nbsp; She feels like she did went to her first dance in school.&nbsp; Only then she'd been 5'1" boobless, and with a flat ass, not to mention gangly arms and legs of a teen. And yet, even with her hard-earned physique she's still nervous...completely outclassed by the people around her.<br><br>It should also be noted that she sat as far away from Jaq as physically possible and her eyes are having a hard time leaving St. George.&nbsp; She always knew he was tall, but he's freakishly tall.&nbsp; Her own Amazonian stature doesn't even touch his.&nbsp; Her shoulders hunch a bit as her eyes dart from one member to the next.&nbsp; She very nearly feels like asking why she's here at all, but figures that could be a private discussion with Governess and St. George after the meeting...
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 01:10:07</strong>
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				At Governess's prompting, St George put down the tablet, looking sheepish, if one could look sheepish through a blank white facemask.<br><br>He looked up, nodding apologetically at the android.<br><br>"Welcome."<br><br>His voice was rich and deep, comforting and solid like oak.<br><br>"Jack." As George looked at the vampiress, if he felt any discomfort at knowing her dark...her <em>very</em> dark history, he did not show it. "Your presence here disproves history and I look forward to having your assets on our side. I'm sure we could even help clean up your record, but then again I'm not sure you want it clean, do you?" The voice was friendly. This was St George attempting banter. With a vampire.<br><br>"Navigator. Or would you prefer I address you as your rank befits? I'm a regular donor to the Help for Heroes charity, and I am comforted to know we'll have a genuine veteran fighting the good fight with us. It was chaps like you that gave us all the right idea in the first place, and your bravery in the face of facism and evil is something we'll be looking to mimic in the coming campaigns. Thank you so much for coming."<br><br>"Lady...Spitfire." George had to remind himself not to use her real name, despite the two's familiarity. What had happened to her parents was sad, but more lives could be lost if Abigail were to not channel her talents in the right direction. "There'll be plenty of parties to get to once we've dismantled the BDP. Remember old hippy folks talk about the summer of love here in '69? Well, stretch that across the country and that's the end goal to all this. I'm sure you've got some fireworks packed away in all your toys there..." George smiled through the mask.<br><br>"And...Tigress." If the Union leader was bothered that the Colombian girl had tottered in late, he didn't show any annoyance.&nbsp; Noting her fidgeting, he attempted to make her more comfortable. "Tu aqui es muy bueno. Gracias, guapa. Tranquilla." Roughly - very roughly - translated, that was [You here, is very good. Thank you, sweetheart/hotty. Chill out.] "Apologies for my terrible Spanish!" A more fluent Spanish speaker might note that George stumbled over "guapa",&nbsp; a common Spanish term calling someone "beautiful"...the amorous Hispanics use it all the time, but to a proper English gent, well...one just didn't throw stuff out like that all the time, unless one had a good reason to embarrass oneself. The mask fortunately hid any blush he may make.<br><br>George knew he would have to jump through a few hoops to get this team settled in.<br><br>"Thank you all for coming. Really. Your presence here fills us all with hope for the future. You have seen how bad it is in this country, and our presence, our team, our Union, can change that, and your simple existence in the same room together is going to give the BDP something to worry about."<br><br>The more astute may note the change in his voice when he mentions the BDP. A tightness...some...unresolved history.<br><br>"We know something of all of you, just as I'm sure you know something about me. Well, it's true. I'm not exactly a reincarnated saint, but...for all intents and purposes here, I might as well be. Think on what you represent. A modern, powerful, tolerant, just and fair Great Britain. One not content to sit by and watch its great legacy be chewed down by gluttonous thugs and dark-minded despots. Not just here, either."<br><br>St George took a few steps so he was now at the middle of the table, fiddled a few taps on the lightscreen, and flung a digital display (probably routed through Governess) into the air above the Union team member's heads.<br><br>It was a map of the world, the countries in a cool blue, names of some capital cities floating above their locations. Some of them glowed yellow against the blue.<br><br>"Here are the other spots across the world our operatives have narrowed BDP influence down to, including their contractors and outside agents." Some of the yellow-coloured cities flashed up...Los Angeles, San Paulo, Amsterdam, Rome, Beijing were some, but not all.<br><br>"But before we can safely reign in this influence on the world...we have to at least try at its source."<br><br>The map zoomed in onto an exploded view of London, which was previously flagged as orange on the map.<br><br>"The BDP and the Redcoats are responsible for many atrocities here, which some of you will know only too well, and this government is in parts too powerless and too apathetic to stop them, rather allowing them to take control, slowly, like a dying body accepting painkillers as it slides into a coma."<br><br>St George's mighty fist was clenched.<br><br>"It's..it's not their fault. Things have been hard and to just blame the politicians would be too easy and blame hurling. They are just people, after all."<br><br>St George turned from the map to the other Union members.<br><br>"But <em>you</em> are more than just people. You are the new face of heroism. You are a force the likes of which modern fascism has not counted for. You, with all your varying talents and abilities, are the new hope of the UK...and the world."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 04:48:26</strong>
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				The ex-RAF officer smiled and waved him off. "At ease there, lad; it were a long time ago that I last wore the Blues, and I doubt that they'd let an old grandpa like me back up into the sky with one of their new-fangled jet planes." he said with a slight shake of his head and a self-deprecating chuckle. <br><br>Still, under it, Gavin had to admit that St George's words were most welcome; not long after washing up on that beach in Cromer, he'd visited a public library and looked up books about the RAF's involvement in the war. The whole tone of the books that he had read had been discouraging to the former Navigator; blatently glorifying Fighter Command during the Battle of Britain - the Spitfire pilots in particular - and either ignoring, or denigrating and even subtly demonising the men of Bomber Command for following the orders of Sir Arthur Harris, in bombing targets in German cities, to try and break German morale, alongside their actual targets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 07:51:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/UmbrellaSmall1_zpsa6c08b10.png)</div><strong>Jack The Ripper</strong><br><strong>Union HQ, Level 2</strong><br><br>Jack snorted at George. "Psh. Record. That's a load of old pony. I killed the brides of Dracula, you know that, right? You'd be bloody well livin' life in a vampiric wasteland were it not fer me sortin' it. Too bad I didn't lay me 'ands on Dracula, the berk. Scuppered off to Europe." She grumbled, then eyed Gavin as he got praise. The half-vampire rolled her eyes and thumbed over at him, "'im you praise? The berk was bloomin' asleep fer most of his life! I been huntin' me own kind fer a 'undred years while pops was snoozin'! Fighitn' a damned war against evil meself while you lot were in diapers an' I kept it more or less quiet."<br><br>She folded her arms and tapped her foot, slightly irritated. She mumbled something about Arthur Conan Doyle, a pint, and the French. She always hated how people looked at her as a vampire first and a hero - and a person - second. They'd probably never given it much though. She'd never asked to become a 'creature of darkness'. She was born that way and had been robbed of everything she loved at an early age. Her life had been dedicated to fighting against the supernatural creatures that terrorized London from the shadows. Yet, she was still just thought of as a vampire, a murderer, as evil.<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Robot8_zpsad36b2a6.jpg)</div><strong>Governess</strong><br><strong>Union HQ, Level 2</strong><br><br>Governess was not, as George might have believed, linked to the display. Elizabeth was a closed system. She couldn't wirelessly interact with anything. Though she could interface with electronics by plugging herself into them, it was something she'd only do when absolutely necessary and with the utmost caution. Her creators designed her to be as invasion proof as possible. They didn't want anyone interfering with their expensive toy. Were Governess to interface with anything she'd take further precautions and lock off sections of her programming so if she did get infected, it would only corrupt a part of her and not the whole.<br><br>Should worse somehow come to worse, though, she did have a built-in code phrase that would trigger her self-destruct. It would explode her core and purge all data from her systems. The phrase was known by a select few; St. George, a couple of the higher-ups, and the lead technician who'd programmed her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 00:06:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>She raises a brow at the sudden spanish that's flung in her direction.&nbsp; The mask emulates the idea with one yellow eye getting slightly bigger than the other, it looks like a raised brow, really, just one that's almost straight out of a cartoon.&nbsp; "Stick to English." She advises, and is equally glad to have a full face mask, as her cheeks, neck and even the top parts of her shoulders are a bright red.&nbsp; He more or less called her a hotty, though she's fairly certain he meant to call her beautiful.&nbsp; From what she's seen of him, he's extremely polite and definitely a gentleman.&nbsp; She's also starting to think that a foot difference isn't terrible.&nbsp; Only nine-inches with her heels on.&nbsp; She's starting to wonder if his other parts are made to match his impressive physique.<br><br>Then she catches herself looking at his arms, nice...sculpted arms.&nbsp; And then she looks from one member to the other. Technology, vampire, android, time-manipulator...&nbsp; She's unsure if vampires have the ability to read minds or not, but immediately starts to think about <i>trees</i> instead of the magnificent figure of their leader.&nbsp; She actually thinks in English most of the time, although she can flip a switch and be in full spanish mode.&nbsp; It's really strange to hear her speak with a proper English accent while speaking English, and flip completely around to almost a fiery latin accent from Columbia when speaking spanish.<br><br>"Thank you, though." She smiles.&nbsp; Her cheeks lift near her eyes, which is about the only indicator of her smile, that and the way the eyes move.&nbsp; It's really a unique thing to see her mask move along with her face like that.&nbsp; "To be fair, you were also fighting the good fight when my great grandparents were in diapers." She jokes, hoping that Jack would take it as such.&nbsp; She realizes quite suddenly that she has a predisposition towards Jack for being a half-vampire.&nbsp; Half, which means the other half is human.&nbsp; Of course, it's not so easy to change the thoughts of being afraid of what a vampire can do to her or a distrust just because she is that way...but recognizing it is the first step, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 09:50:10</strong>
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				Abigail has her feet on the table still "you guy's aren't telling me anything I didn't already know" She looked to St George and smirked a little <strong>"You haven't changed at all, considering I was on the front of every celeb gossip mag this week You can all just call me Abigail."</strong> She was referring to the story of her apparent drunken antics at an awards ceremony. "Though I don't think they got my good side"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 13:31:46</strong>
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				Dunwall rolled his eyes disapprovingly at hearing Abigail's commentary. "Tch... So unbecoming of a lady..." he tutted in a somewhat stuffy manner to no one in particular; it was probably not the most wise of things for the man to say, but then again, Gavin was still unlearning the more inappropriate attitudes of his era, and learning the more appropriate ones of these modern times.<br><br>Putting those thoughts to one side, Gavin considered St George's words, and felt them striking a chord within him, reminded in a way of listening to the Wireless, and hearing one of Churchill's speeches, that same solemn yet stirring tone and strength of voice, the eloquent and occassionally playful choice of words, and the passion and fire that the words stoked in ones' breast, stiffening the resolve to face any hardship and challenge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 18:49:47</strong>
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				The muscle-bound hero snaps off a salute to Navigator regardless of his humble protestations. It was only right, after all. The BDP also spent much of their propoganda venerating war heroes to <em>their</em> nefarious purposes. Glamourising Churchill et al they seemed to think fit in with their ethos of British, white, protestant superiority. Navigator as part of Union wasn't only for his superhuman abilities, put it that way.<br><br><br>St George makes a mental note. <em>Banter with vampires - not recommended.</em> Still, he respected his elders, and Jack was certainly his senior. <br><br>He hadn't seen the magazine that Abigail talked about - and he frowned a tiny bit as she carelessly threw about her real name at a Union meeting - and probably never would. It would have been, of course, picked over and analysed by Union's communications department (which at the moment, consisted of Darren, an post-grad intern, whom George caught gawking over pictures of the females on the team every now and then). "Your...extrovert nature is something we can probably use. Either that or your bank account, if you'll excuse my bluntness. This operation is still in its starting stages, and funding may be dependent on our first few successes. Of which, I am in no doubt that they are imminent. Which brings me onto my next topic."<br><br>He nods at Tigress, unable to get a read on her through her facemask, hoping she wasn't feeling too intimidated. A few blips on his touchpad brought up a further blown-up vision of London, scrolling through the boroughs and districts to the Mall, stretching outwards from Buckingham palace, a huge road swathed in trees either side, and depending on the occasion, Union Jack flags. There were no such flags flying at this time of night on the screen, however.<br><br>"Your first assignment as Union will be here, tomorrow at oh-six-hundred hours. One of the very few remaining anti-BDP groups, the BlackJacks, so-called for their flying of our nation's flag, the Union Jack, in various shades of black and grey in honour of Holly Lazenby, a girl allegedly beaten to death by BDP troopers. They say that black is the only colour that truly represents the country now, not to mention that they do have a few known, but low-threat, anarchists in their ranks. Needless to say, the BDP have been persecuting the BlackJacks at every oppurtunity, and the official court inquiry into Holly Lazenby's death has been indefinately suspended. It has taken the BlackJacks months to get permission to stage a protest here, and the only slot they were allowed was this early in the morning, both in the hope that they would miss prime time coverage and also fewer eyes to see any BDP violence. As you can imagine, the BDP will be there in force, and looking for any excuse to start laying into them with stun batons and tazers and god knows what else."<br><br>St George took a breath.<br><br>"The right to stage a demonstration is essential to any democracy. I don't have to tell you either that the use of force against unarmed civilians is sickening to all civilised people. You are going to be there to make sure that it doesn't happen, and the BlackJack's protest goes ahead as planned, and with no violence. If excessive force is employed..." <br><br>If one were watching or listening closely, they might be able to detect a tiny surge of pleasure in St George's vocals.<br><br>"...you are fully licensed to employ your own. I don't need to remind you however that there will be a lot of civilians, perhaps only a hundred or so as that's what the BlackJacks have been reduced to, in the immediate area. Your skills in observation, restraint, and non-lethal takedowns will be most valuable here. I recommend you have at least one flyer in the air at all times."<br><br>Again there was a tiny tickle of pride and pleasure.<br><br>"This will be the first time the BDP see Union, and they will instantly paint you as enemies. They should see you as stalwart, powerful, capable, and working as a team. Although not prime time, your appearance will most certainly cause a ruckus in the press and across the country. We want the BDP to see public opinion sway in your favour, and make them think twice about trying to quash public opinion again. We want them to think that they have, as we say in blighty, dropped a bollock. Excuse my French."<br><br>St George managed to look actually uncomfortable that he used a curse word, and at an official meeting, too!<br><br>"For now, you can make yourselves welcome here at HQ. We have food packed the the rafters in the kitchen area, your quarters are made out to your individual tastes and requisites, and I encourage you to use the training room. I should let you know that all sparring matches are recorded for training and monitoring purposes. I won't be accompanying you on this mission...there is too much media sensationalism over me as it is, Governess doesn't have to pull up the most recent headlines on me from the rags here, you may or may not know that our journalists are creeps and conmen. Tomorrows mission isn't about one man and his sidekicks, it's about a team. And that team's name is <em>Union</em>."<br><br>"I will open up the floor for any questions you may have, but as of now you're free to do as you like within the HQ. Goodnight and godspeed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 00:29:09</strong>
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				Abigail sat up <strong>"Any funds and manpower you guys need consider it yours. While I may not be one hundred percent in agreement in terms of politics, being something of an anarchist myself, a real democracy can lead to a truly free society, the totalitarian regime the BDP want won't.</strong>" She touched the controls on her wrist.<strong> "As for my behaviour at the awards thing, It'll interest you to know it's actually impossible for me to get drunk, I do stuff like that so no one would believe I'm the one in the armour."&nbsp; &nbsp;</strong> She smiled <strong>"So anyone for Scrabble?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 11:20:49</strong>
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				Gavin rose to his feet and nodded. "Actually, sir, I do have a question...... well, more of a request, really." he asked of his new CO. "It's a little embarrassing to admit, really; but, I'm not actually all that good in a scrap; barely throw a decent punch, really, and I'd rather prefer not to be used as a punching bag by those BDP goons if it does come to blows tomorrow." he confessed. "Do you have any advice or pointers you could give a chap?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck and giving a bit of a sheepish grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 06:54:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Robot8_zpsad36b2a6.jpg)</div><strong>Governess</strong><br><strong>Union HQ, Level 2</strong><br><br>The machine's cold steel gaze briefly flicked to Abigail, "Please remove your feet from the table. Thank you." She continued on right after as if the matter were already settled, "Allow me to add something. Since George will not be appearing, I have opted to be Union's support on this mission. To that end, I will be fitted with a communications device so I can relay the situation to headquarters and carry out any orders George may need me to do. I will station myself on a nearby rooftop so I can watch over you, while still remaining out of sight. Should you need aid, I will intervene. Be advised that if you endanger any civilians I will also intervene and, if need be, forcefully remove you from the mission."<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/UmbrellaSmall1_zpsa6c08b10.png)</div><strong>Jack The Ripper</strong><br><strong>Union HQ, Level 2</strong><br><br>Jack leaned over and pinched Gavin's cheek, "Oooh, don't worry, Pooh, me an' the robot will look out for ya. Yew don't hafta worry yer noggin' about it, two ladies will keep ya safe." A fanged grin and the Ripper stood up, moving away from the table. She headed to her quarters, which, was decorated much like her book shop was. The Union must've done their research. Jack found a shelf lined with books, a work desk and tools for her to modify her weapon with, and fine, highly polished wood furniture. A slight smile creased her lips. It wasn't home, but it would do. She'd have to spend a little bit of time modifying Rainmaker, her umbrella, to make it a little more 'non-lethal friendly'. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 07:32:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>Explore? She'd already done that.&nbsp; In a very panicked type mode when she knew she was late but couldn't find the right floor to be on.&nbsp; On the bright side she now knows where just about everything else is, even her quarters...which she hadn't had a chance to check out yet.&nbsp; Again, in hopes of finding the meeting on time or at least before it got too far underway.&nbsp; Her golden eyes move up to Governess as she speaks about the mission and pulling heroes out if they got too out of control.&nbsp; That didn't sound promising, especially with the extra pressure to perform well.&nbsp; <br><br>Would they pull her out if the BDP starting getting the "upper hand" on her?&nbsp; Half of her powers is that she gets the shit kicked out of her at first.&nbsp; That makes tomorrow all the more worrisome.&nbsp; These other heroes will be out there fully powered while she'll be walking around with a target on her back.&nbsp; She swallows hard, but decides that if they pull her out...then they pull her out.&nbsp; After her quip towards Jack gets ignored she just shrugs it off and looks towards Abigail, whom seems to be the most warm and friendly of the bunch.<br><br>Which...has <i>nothing</i> to do with the woman's fame and fortune. Really!&nbsp; She's not bad looking either.&nbsp; Ahem, well anyway she turns her eyes towards Abigail at the casual mention of Scrabble. "I'll take you up on that." She tilts her head to one side as the mask helps communicate her smile.&nbsp; If she's going to be nervous she may as well be around someone that's got star-quality status.&nbsp; Star struck, she believes is the term.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 13:03:08</strong>
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				George is disconnecting wires and bluetooth connections with...some clumsiness. He turns to Governess with a sort of helpless look.<br><br>"Ah, yes, Navigator, well, don't worry we picked each of you for your individial talents, and this first mission is as much about field testing you all as it is throwing the gauntlet down to the bad guys."<br><br>He strokes his chin with a massive white-clad paw.<br><br>"I could have a tussle with you in the sparring section, give you some pointers, but then again, with your ability, you should be able to outmanouvre me at every turn. I'd much rather kill two birds with one stone, sir, and put you up against someone else so you can both train."<br><br>He didn't say out loud that one mis-thrown punch could put Navigator into a wall. George maybe caught more of Tigress's hesitation.<br><br>"Why don't you and our other white-clad hero, the senorita here, go for a quick little match? First tier, as it was. Tigress, would you do us the honour of showing Navigator here how you do things hand-to-hand? Eh, por favor." Yep, in true English fashion, he was persevering with what embarrassing little Spanish he knew.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a shrewd choice. Hopefully Navigator would get his tips and hints from a melee combatant without that combatant being clad in incredibly technological armour, or a supernatural vampire whom had decades if not centuries of combat experience. Tigress could also use some confidence boosting and a proper assessment of her own abilities.<br><br>"Just don't kill each other down there. We need you both on the mission!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 13:43:08</strong>
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				Abigail shot Governess a defiant look and slowly pulled her feet off the table. She was surprised at Tigress taking her up on&nbsp; Scrabble, no one wanted to play her at scrabble. "Are you sure? was kinda kidding about the Scrabble, I tend to win every time. Hell that's pretty much most games." Tigress was certainly very attractive, well she liked what she could see and Abigail looked forward to spending more time with her. She looked over at Gavin. "Have some prototype non lethal weapons in my armoury if you want, would rather everyone on the team had something to protect themselves with. Will probably be going in with my riot control package, mostly sonic weaponry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 15:35:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>Tigress nods to Abigail. "Sure, I don't mind losing." She doesn't get quite so far as to say from 'someone as beautiful as you' because she's suddenly being volunteered for a sparring session by St. George.&nbsp; She only looks up when she hears her name, even the ears on the mask perk up a little bit.&nbsp; Not that they have anything to do with actual function but it helps her emote a little bit more.&nbsp; She looks from him to Gavin and back again.&nbsp; Her eyes slowly get more round and bigger. "You want me to what? But I...I'm not good at fighting.&nbsp; At all.&nbsp; In fact my strategy stinks for everyone else on the team." Her eyes flit back to Gavin then.&nbsp; "Plus, with as right and proper as he's been, you think he's really going to hit me?" She pauses. "No offense." <br><br>She looks back to Abigail for help, she's not sure why, perhaps because she's a woman and could see it from her perspective.&nbsp; She really can't see how her fighting with Gavin would do either of them any good, unless St. George was there watching them.&nbsp; Or anyone that could throw pointers their way.&nbsp; She gnaws on her lower lip, though it's not immediately apparent through the mask.&nbsp; "Not that I won't, I'm not sure how good of an idea it is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 23:21:50</strong>
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				Abigail coughs "Gavin seems too old school for that but we do have hard light holograms? Need to test the systems anyway so I'll supervise, and the weapon offer extends to you Tigress, may have a couple of suitable things in mind." She noticed Tigress's ears moved and fought back the urge to squee. "Though i'm sure Tigress is a better fighter than she thinks, would like to spar with her at some point."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 01:43:36</strong>
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				Poor Gavin was in a little bit of a tizzy about how the discussion was going back and forward around him, like he was a shuttlecock in a game of badminton. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and then shook his head a few times to clear the confusion away, before looking from Saint George, to Tigress, and to Abigail, and then back the other way. "Well, it's up to you girls." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 21:37:28</strong>
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				St George made a little self-conscious cough. <br><br>"None of these hard-light thingies, I'm afraid, we're not...you know...American. We don't have that kind of budget! Yet, anyway..."<br><br>He looked around the group. They seemed unwilling to test each other out, and the hero couldn't decide if this was down to very English manners, or a lack of confidence, or both. Well, besides Abigail. She seemed more than keen to get onto the mats with someone. Feisty little bugger that she was.<br><br>"I can appreciate Navigator here is a little...traditional. That's all well and good. We didn't want women-beating thugs on the team and it seems we succeeded. However..." George hated these conversations. He had been in meetings with armed police and ex-SAS members, and all had said the same thing. "...not that I'm <em>encouraging</em> it, but there may come a time in your crimefighting career where you may have to suppress a female opponent. The BDP are not limited to male agents only. This isn't exactly the purpose of your training, Navigator, to condition you into being able to hit women, I'd rather think of it...just as training. Forget the gender, for a moment. It's a teammate, and you're helping each other out."<br><br>"If there are no other questions, chaps, I will leave you to it. You have all the location and times, Governess will keep you updated on anything else you need to know. At oh-five-fifty tomorrow you will board the Union Line, on level five. It will take you to a secure location very close to the Mall. Those of you who can fly can perhaps arrange your own transport, if you'd rather. I have...very, very boring admin to do, now. If anyone needs me, I'll be on level one. The night is yours to do with as you wish."<br><br>He chopped an almost-salute, and left the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 20:30:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>She's blushing, Abigail.&nbsp; Although it's impossible to tell with the mask in the way.&nbsp; It's one of the good things about wearing a full-face mask like this.&nbsp; "I'm really not, but thanks." She eyes Gavin and then St. George.&nbsp; Finally she scoots back in her chair and stands up. "Well we're not going to get training if we just sit here all day.&nbsp; Gavin needs to learn to hit a girl.&nbsp; I can't think of anyone better than me.&nbsp; At least it powers me up." She shrugs her shoulders.&nbsp; "I'll spar, I can't say how well I'll teach anyone anything." she shrugs a little bit, eyeing Abigail and then moves to leave. "It's this way.&nbsp; I got lost, but I found just about everything else before finding the conference room." She leads the way, her hips in full swing as her heels click along the hard floors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 01:15:45</strong>
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				"Very good, ma'am." Gavin nodded, and followed after Tigress. He took a few moments to stretch his arms, shoulders and upper body as he followed the young lady, limbering up and getting nice and loose, ready for the spar. He might not have been much of a fighter, but he did make it a point to do his best to stay in shape, as his shoes made a solid, reassuring 'thud' sound with each step. As they walked, he decided to try and strike up a little bit of conversation with the young lady, to try and get to know her better, as St George had mentioned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 14:54:39</strong>
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				Abigail knew where the Sparring room was after all she had installed her armoury chamber on the same floor. But he liked the idea of following Tigress too much "Lead the way gorgeous" Abigail smiled following behind. "Though one sparring session won't make anyone into a good fighter."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 18:59:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>Tigress either can't help that she's moving her hips in the rather seductive swing they're moving in, possibly due to the heeled boots, or she just flat out knows both Abigail and Navigator are staring at her rather voluptuous ass.&nbsp; She moves from level 2 to level 4 fairly quickly, opting for the stairs and taking them a flight at a time, down to the level four.&nbsp; It's faster than the elevators and a good bit more fun as well.&nbsp; She makes some very small talk with Gavin, just a basic conversation of absolutely nothing important.&nbsp; She knows she's going to have to trust these people at some point, but at the moment they just need to know her as Tigress and that her face is largely a blank white mask with the ability to mimic her facial expressions.&nbsp; <br><br>Once in the sparring room she moves across it to where there's no mats on the floor. "Heels would punch holes in them." She explains, but the harder floors also provide more impact if she's thrown around, plus in a fight they're going to be thrown on concrete not mats, she's never really understood the principles of fighting on them.&nbsp; "Okay, so I guess first thing's first.&nbsp; Hit me...as hard as you can." She places her hands on her hips, popping them to the side and giving both a rather nice view of her white-clad physique.&nbsp; The costume may not do much to hide it, but it does just enough to leave <i>some</i> things up to the imagination.<br><br>She's not sure what she's doing.&nbsp; Other than maybe breaking Gavin's fear that he can break her, simply because of their genders.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 00:35:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin nodded. "All right then... just give me a second..." he said, as he took off his jacket, his hat and his tie, then dug out some white cloth, which he proceeded to wrap around his hands to protect his knuckles. "Don't want to do myself too much damage." he said, as he then did a few stretches. "The skipper used to say I could be a bit of a misery guts, cause I was always dreaming up things that might go wrong on missions, and coming up with means to deal wih those things." he added, as he walked onto the mat and bowed his head slightly to her. As he did so, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to settle himself. When he opened his eyes again, they seemed flinty and determined, as he launched himself forward and came out swinging. There wasn't much grace or finesse to his fighting style, more of a dirty 'pub brawler' style, as he opened up with a right cross, and then followed up with a haymaker to her jaw with his left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 21:52:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>Maybe the his fear was all in her mind, not in his.&nbsp; He lunges at her and she finds out why it's bad form to have her hands on her hips, rather than up in some kind of a guard position.&nbsp; He's quick! The cross lands on her jaw and her head whips to the side. "UNGH!" The left hand comes in for a haymaker, and her vision is blurry, enough so that when it connects her head whips to the other side, and already off balance as she is...her legs having crossed to make up for the shift in balance, now find themselves tangled over one another when she shifts in the other direction. "AH!" She cries out, but then she just falls, face first to the concrete, her yellow eyes, normally wide are now..narrow slits, the ears on top of her head droop a little bit, but that's all secondary to her big ass jiggling as she hits the floor.<br><br>It's only about three seconds before her ears twitch up and her eyes flutter open.&nbsp; She presses herself up to her hands and knees. "Nnnngh, anyone get the number of that bus?" Her eyes get wide, then narrow a couple of times in a row, a blink motion if there ever was one. "Oh.&nbsp; Ow." She rubs her jaw and looks up. "I dunno, I think he's ready." He telegraphed all over the place, but well...she was still unable to react.&nbsp; "Give me a moment.&nbsp; I need to stop seeing stars before getting to my feet."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 20:24:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail rushed over and helped Tigress up sneakily coping a feel of the other woman's breast "Damn, I felt that one you ok?" She turned her attention to Gavin after she was sure Tigress was ok. "Very good, now lets see how you do against me" She got into a fighting stance "Want to make it more interesting? If you can land a punch on me I'll buy you the car of your choice, if you don't you buy me dinner You ok with that?" She smiled knowing any car he chose wouldn't even dent her bank book, it was unlikely he would fail o land a punch on her, she was an ok fighter but not great.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 22:49:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin was rubbing his hand and wiggling his fingers as he nodded. "You're sturdier than I expected." he complimented Tigress, as he sucked on the knuckles of his left hand for a moment. "If I hadn't bandaged my hands up, I think I might have actually damaged me knuckles." he nodded as he shook his hands again, and then once more adopted his ready stance to face Abigail. "You don't need to go to that length, your ladyship." he replied, as they began to circle each other warily.<br><br>This time, he was going to take it more seriously, as he sized her up, and tried to guess at how she'd fight. From the looks of it, he'd be willing to bet that she had some martial arts training of one form or another, and that she knew how to handle herself in a fight. With that in mind, he started off slow, with quick jabs to test her defences, like he'd seen done in boxing matches on the newsreels in his time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 04:15:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>It's not that sneaky Abigail.&nbsp; Although Tigress doesn't entirely mind having her breasts cupped for a moment while she's helped to her feet.&nbsp; She wavers a little once there and her eyes focus in on the other woman.&nbsp; She looks like she's far more capable of handling herself than Tigress.&nbsp; Of course her eyes are now focused more on Abigail's breasts, a small fire having shot through her thanks to that little bit of hands-on interaction between the two heroines.&nbsp; At the time her eyes got wide on the mask, ears stood just a tad bit more at attention thanks to the surprise of it, but now...now she's hanging back.<br><br>"Yeah, relatively okay." She answers a bit belatedly to Abigail and the deal proposed. "If he doesn't take that deal, I might." She chimes in, because, hell she could use a new car, plus! She's not sure she could totally turn down dinner with Abigail.&nbsp; There's just a little bit more playfulness to the cat-themed heroine than there was before.&nbsp; All resulting from someone feeling her up...and not entirely with her permission...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 08:17:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail easily dodged and blocked Gavin's jabs and she grinned, she kept up with him though she knew that she wasn't in as good shape and sooner or later she would make a mistake, likely a painful one from how Tigress got sucker punched. <br><br>She thought she was doing well but thoughts of the little moment between her self and Tigress...was she checking out my breasts? The thought distracted her enough to drop her guard a moment allowing one of Gavin's heavier jabs through her defences and into her face. Abigail lost her balance and collapsed like a bag of potatoes. She let out a chuckle on the floor and looked up at the ceiling giggling like a schoolgirl "That served me right"&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 09:07:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin panted a bit as he rubbed his jaw, then bent and offered his hand to Abigail to help her up. "You've got a good swing there." he said. "Another couple of minutes of that, and I'd have been the one that ended up on the mat." he complimented her as he pulled her up onto her feet. He winced a little and rubbed his jaw once again. "Looks like I'm going to need to work on that a bit...." he muttered. "How about you, Miss Tigress? Not too battered from our little <em>contre-temps</em>, I hope?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 10:11:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>"It's just Tigress, no Miss in front of it." She explains to Gavin.&nbsp; She likes the respect but at the same time it's a little odd to her.&nbsp; "I'm fine." She winces towards Abigail as Gavin helps her up, moving to also give her a hand up.&nbsp; "I can take a hit.&nbsp; I can take a lot of hits, actually.&nbsp; I just have to be careful of where I take them.&nbsp; I shouldn't have left myself so open when you attacked, normally I can block strikes to my head." Her eyes dart over to Abigail again, ears flattening out, one could almost tell she's blushing under the mask from the sheepish look she gives the other woman.&nbsp; The ears perk up again though.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm still good to fight though, if you want." She then leaps at him, aiming to get around behind him if she's able and give him a playful shove forward.&nbsp; She's a good bit faster than she was before, but then, she just spent up the entirety of the energy she'd gathered from taking his punches to the face earlier.&nbsp; "In fact, tomorrow, I may ask someone to hit me, or drop from a rooftop if at all possible to power up a little before dealing with the crowd."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 10:15:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin stumbled a little from her shove, and then spun around to face her. "Ooooh, a wise guy, eh?" he asked, doing a nearly perfect impression of Curly from <em>The Three Stooges</em> as he raised his fists back up. His eyes had a little twinkle of merriment in them that said that he wasn't holding it against her, and that if she wanted, he was ready and willing to go another few rounds with her. "Well, I'm game if you are, Tigress." he smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 18:06:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>She laughs at that.&nbsp; It was a good impression!&nbsp; She would return one of her own but she's terrible at them and it'd probably ruin the moment.&nbsp; This time she pulls her hands up, not in any kind of recognizable style, but in a slight guard position.&nbsp; Her fingers are splayed out, her arms are bent at the elbow, and her hands are held out in front of her about six inches from her breasts.&nbsp; It's something commonly known as a "fence" position, not attributed to any one martial arts, but more easily recognized with how a police officer may handle something.&nbsp; From here she can block far more easily than with her hands on her hips.&nbsp; With training she could do a lot more than just block and parry.<br><br>This time she jumps at him, her eyes remain on his hands, but she's aiming to grab him by the shoulders, using her superior height (and probably weight) advantage to plant her feet and throw him to the ground with a simple twist of her hips and tug of his shoulders.&nbsp; While it does leave her open, it doesn't leave her head that open, her arms are longer than his and she seems to be taking full advantage of that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 23:38:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin was actually rather enjoying this now, and was bouncing lightly on his feet when Tigress made her move. This caught him quite literally on the bounce, and he was spun to the floor with a surprised yelp, his head hitting the mat and making him see stars in his eyes. That being said, his surprise did cause an unpredictability, as his flailing leg managed to catch one of Tigress' ankles and sweep her feet out from under her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 21:33:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>If she'd been any kind of skilled she probably could have guessed his legs would fall the way they did, or at least that they <i>might</i> have fallen that way and she could have backed off.&nbsp; Instead she's a little proud of herself, opening her mouth to speak, but instead his legs slam into the backs of her own and she finds herself facing the ceiling. "Ah!" She cries out in a yelp, then lands with an "UFFF!" on her back.&nbsp; Perhaps to their delight her breasts bounce and jiggle upon landing.&nbsp; Tigress groans softly as she lay there, on her back, staring up at the ceiling. "Okay, maybe we should retire for the night, before we hurt ourselves." She picks herself up and eyes Abigail.&nbsp; <br><br>She pauses as she nears her, on the way back. "If we didn't have a mission tomorrow I'd have to pay you back for the boob squeeze earlier." She throws a saucy wink at the woman and moves off to her quarters.&nbsp; They'd done it up a lot like her apartment, a few pictures here and there that they had to have taken directly from her place, but she doesn't mind.&nbsp; It's kind of nice to have pieces of her home in...her new home.&nbsp; Isabela decides then just to pull off the mask and suit, pull on a pair of yoga pants and tank top, then wash the suit.<br><br>When all is said and done she collapses in bed, one hand moving up to her right breast and giving it a soft squeeze.&nbsp; The other hand sinks between her legs for a little rub as she imagines Abigail grabbing her breast again.&nbsp; She hadn't expected to find someone to date here, and maybe she hasn't, but a good fuck?&nbsp; She wouldn't complain at all.&nbsp; She does have to remind herself of just how much of a party-goer Abigail is, but then...she doesn't have to be like that in fantasy, does she?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 22:39:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail grinned as Tigress walked away, maybe they could blow off some steam together. She headed to her room, the place was already cluttered with computer parts and papers. "ORAC set armour for non lethal crowd control, sonic weapons, screamers Mk V."<br>"Armour will be outfitted in three hours Lady Abigail and Dreadnought is currently in position above Hyde Park in stealth mode." the reply sounded like Michael Caine but with a slight synthetic edge. Abigail collapsed onto&nbsp; the bed and immediately fell asleep and ORAC turned out to lights "Sleep well Lady Abigail"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 03:38:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin nodded a bit. "F-fair enough. We'd need to keep our wits sharp about us tomorrow." he agreed, as he got back up to his feet, and then smiled at her. "Not a bad little bout, I must say." he complimented her, as he then stretched out a bit, and realised he was actually rather sweaty himself. He nodded his farewells to the two and wished them both a pleasant evening, before he sought out his towel, and went for a shower before he went to his quarters to doss down for the night.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: Headquarters, London</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 04:11:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Early morning and Abigail was awake before the others doing final checks. She hadn't used this configuration in the field yet and didn't want any nasty surprises. When she was confident she had finished she headed to the arming chamber she installed, it was only necessary when she had made alterations to the basic suit but she was always tinkering with it. She more tight fitting motorcycle and put mask over her face in case her armour gave out in the fiddle of the crowd. She headed for the roof access to the headquarters her armour materialising as she walked. The dark blue armour simply seemed to phase into existence and didn't seem to slow her down. The advanced anti-gravity systems of the suit came to life when she got to the roof and the ion jets in her boots and the smaller ion jets in her hands activated propelling her into the blue sky above London.
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