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Post by physis on Jul 17, 2016 1:01:30 GMT
For a mellow bar in a relatively run-down part of the district, the Blue Cat is a lively place tonight. Unlike the propaganda shorts, relatively few vigilantes in the establishment were donning capes or bright costumes. Instead, they show up in Newsboys, torn jeans, and dulled overcoats. There were flamboyant exceptions, but only a handful. The goal was to make it more difficult for the police to arrest them, not easier.
A few vigilantes look at Physis expectantly. Those are the candidates who received a invitation on heavy paper. Others look because she's got a full-face helmet on. The rest of them enjoy the first ten free shots that the Hand (singular) is buying for the attendees. Physis didn't even mind that many of them had no interest in what she had to say. She's essentially bought out the bar for the night. The guests had all been pre-vetted.
It's fine. After all, this is only orientation group C. She's had better successes with A, and moderate success with B.
Physis sits cross-legged at one of the center tables. Hopefully, she can entice some new talent so that meetings feel less like a conference with the company board. She can't help it. It's her first time speaking out to a group of people as Physis. Chances were, it was the same for her audience. Theirs was a lonely career.
"Good evening. I am Physis, a vigilante of Arkham. I called this convention in order to meet others of my ilk. We have business to discuss."
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Jul 17, 2016 1:43:33 GMT
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Post by T3KNA on Jul 17, 2016 1:43:33 GMT
misty didn't look like most vigilantes, but she tried her darndest that night.
she didn't ever need to look secretive. working from a computer most days she could wear whatever she wanted, be it flashy clothes or nothing at all (though she wasn't one to sit in the nude, she could if she really wanted to.)
but yet here she was in some arkham bar that she wasn't even old enough to get in to -- though it's not like anyone here checked id -- dressed in a dark zip up hoodie and jeans, the hood pulled up over her head, though her long brown hair still spilled out.
the person of interest -- later introduced as physis -- was sitting in a chair at the middle of room, her face covered by a mask. should misty have covered her face? dammit, she wasn't ready for this.
but she didn't have much of a choice when physis began to speak, a few others who considered themselves vigilantes gathering closer.
as always, a twinge of self doubt creeped up on misty. maybe she wasn't cut out to be a resolutionist.
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Post by BREAKNECK on Jul 17, 2016 3:43:11 GMT
Edric had been following a lead that lead him to Kingsmouth. He had spent a few days browsing the web, looking for connections that may have lead him to an organization of vigilantes known as the Resolutionists. It lead him to the factory district, where a meeting or some sort of recruitment session had been occurring. Naturally, he came donned in his father's black flight jacket. Orange goggles hung from around his neck, clinging to a grey bandanna. He wore a simple white tee which was tucked under a simple leather belt. He sported a pair of military slacks absent of any patterns of camouflage. The bottom parts of it were tucked into tall brown boots which extended to just below his knees.
The young man stood at an approximate five eight. He was lean and muscular, a lightweight. He had tangerine hair and deep brown eyes. Edric couldn't even remember the last time he had been to a bar. And for them to be meeting in such a public place? He found himself questioning the decisions of whomever orchestrated the conclave. He sighed to himself. None of that really mattered.
He had been sitting at the bar with his arms folded across his chest. He was trying to get a feel for the people he was about to be dealing with. Some of them looked like normal people, others not so much. His attention was drawn to a woman in a helmet. It appeared she was the one in charge.
"What might that business be?" He asked, traces of a New York accent escaping from his parted lips.
physis,T3KNA
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Jul 17, 2016 11:38:35 GMT
Post by physis on Jul 17, 2016 11:38:35 GMT
At the very least, Physis is offering plenty of complimentary alcohol. Not the kind of drink that she would foot two hundred dollars a glass for, but she considers their time paid for. She didn't want to treat the attendees like charity cases: none of them were. If anything, Physis sits in a den of lions.
And she, a regal lioness.
"The Resolutionists are an association of like-minded vigilantes." She holds out her left sleeve to reveal a golden cufflink in the shape of a diamond. "We deliver resolutions to problems that would not be addressed otherwise."
Physis laces her fingers and props them on her knee. "Public condolences do nothing for the blood that runs through Arkham. Proper conduct does nothing for those who continue to live in fear."
She pauses.
"Before I go on, I would like to hear any objections, if any. Please speak up."
There's no point in proceeding if not everyone is on the same page.
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Post by T3KNA on Jul 24, 2016 0:38:46 GMT
misty listened carefully as physis spoke. and while she normally didn't think of herself as much of a vigilante (or at least what the police defined them as) she found herself agreeing more and more with what the woman in the center of the room was saying.
it fit in with what she did already, just...she was doing all of her work by herself. still, though, there was a niggling little feeling at the back of her head reminding her that physis was probably looking for people to work on the street, not sit behind a computer screen. misty tried her best to tune the feeling out.
she had no objections, but she still nodded slightly in agreement to what physis was saying. however, a few people around her gave her expectant looks; it looked like she was nodding that she had objections, perhaps?
"ah, er...nothing from me, i agree to all of that," she said quickly, stumbling over her words a little bit. it was safe to say misty was kind of nervous.
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Post by physis on Jul 28, 2016 0:20:55 GMT
Of course there are no dissenters. Anyone who thought that she was making things up would have passed on the invitation entirely.
The Runners had done a good job.
"We give up the normal boundaries of the law so that even a few may be saved." She starts again. "But it does not mean that we must work alone. Sometimes I require a forensics expert. Sometimes a caster friend requires some muscle. Sometimes only a technician can dismantle a door that cannot be broken apart. Sometimes money is required, or a second pair of eyes."
She can see that she's slowly starting to hook more people into the conversation. It isn't a commitment, not exactly, but it was still something.
"The Resolutionists will provide where Kingsport has failed." Thought it was not a high bar. The city can't even provide consistent electricity.
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Post by malaise on Aug 3, 2016 23:23:00 GMT
proper conduct does nothing for those who continue to live in fear. sahika thinks her son said something similar once. she remains skeptical.
but malaise is not here to talk philosophy, she is here to talk shop. many of the others are. the bar has a low buzz of conversation and she hears a few young voices. a girl stumbles through her words like a shivering child. sahika sees her bare face and her brow wrinkles.
some people are so eager to die. lucky they are amongst friends if physis has been as thorough as she is enterprising.
sahika clears her throat before speaking. it turns heads as it did in the consulting rooms not too long ago. those heads did not have drinks in their hands.
“but what must one provide to the resolutionists to earn that pin?” it is a speck on physis’ cuff but sahika does not think it will come easy. even factions with deathwishes have their prices.
a wise woman would stay neutral. a wiser woman would know there is no such thing.
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Post by physis on Aug 5, 2016 4:53:13 GMT
Physis smiles behind the helmet. "Liability and risk, of course." Like any worthy investment. "Before long, our name will be known. Crimminals who once overlooked your activities will watch you cautiously. Between the police and the Alliance, only your civilian identity and your comrades would protect you."
She allows the words to sink in. A few get up to leave. Physis doesn't look in their direction. She expected as much from the lone wolves who don't plan to gamble.
Good. She wants them to leave. She wants them to leave before they become a casualty instead of a martyr.
(Was there ever a difference?)
"I ask that you observe a few rules. One, a consistent civilian body count is unacceptable." She's not going to put any qualifiers. Her law is obvious; it's up to them to decide what is an accident and what isn't. "Second, our secrets are absolute. Carelessness is no excuse for endangering an ally."
A cold air sweeps the room. Physis shifts slightly in her seat, looking as comfortable as they come.
"In terms of capital, I ask that each person should contribute a safe house. It can be your personal place of residence, but it does not have to be. This is to ensure that our people can find refuge anywhere in the city."
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