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Post by Pyroclasm on Jul 31, 2016 23:06:31 GMT
Yura -Initiative HQ, 7pm-Well this had gone absolutely swimmingly hadn't it? Jack had thought this would have been a simple matter when it came to rejoining the initiative: Hope had said after all that he was supposed to bring him back so he could go back to active duty. Turns out that isn't entirely what happened. Jack did in fact go to the initiative HQ and officially begin his re-registering, that much had happened. What he didn't expect after that was a polygraph and, off all things, a blood alcohol level test. Once those had to be taken Jack already knew what he was in for. After an hour or so of being in one of the most comfortable interrogation rooms he had ever been in, Pyroclasm was given the bad news: The initiative knew about his alcohol problem after checking his apartment while he was away at the interview, and as part of him signing back on they were going to be signing him on as a suspended hero under probation status. Naturally, that meant no more alcohol, and a strict monitoring of his blood alcohol level. Moreover he'd be under detainment pending a couple of evaluations of varying sorts before they decided as to what other actions would be taken, including possible disciplinary ones. Honestly, Jack was most pissed off about the booze. Considering deep down he had a feeling he knew it was a problem however he could understand why they did it. As a result, by 7pm that night Jack found himself in perhaps the nicest looking detainment cell he had ever been in. Hell, this looked better than his apartment bedroom in more ways than one. It was simple yet elegant possessing a rather nice bed, A stocked fridge (no alcohol though), A TV (with digital cable and on demand!) a table and some chairs as well as a recliner. Its original design was to keep vigilante's comfortable if they were detained while undergoing the processing to become a member of the initiative. Pyroclasm had known a few guys who had been in one of these rooms. It seemed it was now his turn to be a "guest". Jack wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen at this point. All he could do is sit, wait, and lament at just how much alcohol had likely been confiscated and destroyed when the initiative finished their raid on his apartment. At least they were leaving him alone for the most part, just like he had requested of Hope.
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Post by Yura on Aug 1, 2016 1:41:03 GMT
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Jack Vinland, former-MIA-hero. Just by the contents of the folder Yura was holding, she could tell he was a troubled man. The Initiative protocols would've marked him as suspicious for his actions in the past, with a potential murder on his hands. It was never clear why he vanished that day, even his closest comrades gave no consistent explanation for his actions, but now that he was back, it meant one of two things: Either he found the courage to resume his life, or that he was here to sabotage the Initiative. An evening call from the chief sent Yura to Jack's cell. 'Find out what he's really here for' he said, but Yura had no intentions of forcing the man into yet another interrogation.
A swipe of the keycard. An eye scan. -BEEP- The pressure locks was released, and the door opened like any other door. As she took her shoes off at the front, a robotic announcement was made in the room to alert Jack of Yura. --<<DISPATCHER NO. 32464 YURA. ACCESS GRANTED. VISITING TIME: UNSPECIFIED. PYROCLASM, PLEASE COMPLY>>-- Quite the introduction, Yura thought to herself. While most would be nervous to be stuck in a room with a super who's potentially a murderer, Yura had no such feelings. With her loving presence, she curiously stepped foot into the living room. "Hi Jack." A genuine smile followed by a light bow. "Welcome back."
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Post by Pyroclasm on Aug 1, 2016 2:39:08 GMT
As Jack heard an automated voice speak to him demanding compliance, he grumbled. He was about to sneak another nice nap in before seeing if the order and law marathon was starting soon and now someone was demanding to show up and see him. Vinland was expecting some sort of military psychologist here with a long list of boring questions to ask him or other interrogation methods to use on him. The person that walked through the door...did not look anything like that. Especially giving him a slight bow like she did. In fact, her appearance was just the opposite. She seemed to be a young(ish), friendly woman of about average height and weight from the initial looks. Jack couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something about her that seemed different from a normal person somehow. She seemed to have this presence about her that was somehow soothing in a way that you really couldn't put into words easily. That also made Pyroclasm somewhat uneasy though. Being comfortable was not a feeling that Jack was very familiar with or trusting of lately, rather ironically. "Thanks, I guess?" Jack responded, scratching the back of his head almost sheepishly. As a hero and a civilian Pyroclasm was not exactly used to being super formal. He not only disliked it, but was generally pretty terrible at it. Hell the only two times he had worn a suit and tie of any kind were at his high-school graduation and at his wedding. Thinking about the latter generated a sharp and painful stinging sensation in Jack's mind. The kind he was used to using booze to get rid of. Unfortunately that wasn't an option at the moment. God he wished it was though. "Its a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am." Jack said politely, attempting to channel some of his inner retired soldier to help him get through the awkwardness of the conversation that was likely about to happen. "Based on what has happened today, I understand you have some questions. Please, take a seat." Jack offered, quietly pulling out a chair at the nearby table and offering it to his possible interrogator. "So, what should I call you Ma'am?"Yura |
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Post by Yura on Aug 1, 2016 3:19:24 GMT
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Yura chuckled lightly at Jack's confused state. If you spoke to any of the other heroes she had been in charged of and asked them about Yura, they will all describe to you this sudden void of tension upon first meeting her. The usual reaction and defense mechanisms of the human mind, eager to differentiate and compare, when met with an alert presence that sought no reflection, can be highly uncomfortable for the ego, and yet soothing beyond compare for the self.
Though blinking normally, Yura's eyes and attention never left Jack as he spoke to her and offered her a seat. "The pleasure is mine." A common human reply Yura decided to go with. She thanked him before sitting down. "Thank you, Jack. Yura's okay." She looked around the room curiously. It was her first time here after all. Quite the fancy cell~ "Questions.. hm. I just want to know how you are. I read that it was a raid. Did they hurt you?" She tilted her head slightly as she looked at Jack, showing pure empathy yet no hint of sadness. "You cannot blame the higher-ups for being skeptical. It is a common trait among their positions." Letting a moment of silence fill the space, Yura then sat up straight, with a convicted face that showed she only wishes to help. "Jack, I'm here to erase the fear. On both sides. If you're ready, I will listen." A trusting nod.
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Post by Pyroclasm on Aug 1, 2016 4:37:04 GMT
Yura...Wait, what? By the time Jack had sat down, Yura (as she identified herself to be) had already brought up something that concerned him. Apparently, the details on the report that Yura had been given were a bit sloppy. That was something that Jack would quickly take some time to rectify by explaining what happened on his end. "I appreciate your concern, I really do...But I think that report of yours left out some details. Jack explained. "The raid on my house didn't happen until after I had already left. I came in and registered this afternoon. While I was out of my house, the initiative took that opportunity to raid my residence and go through everything. Not that there was anything in there other than a lot of really nice booze that has now gone to waste." Jack explained, clearly lamenting at the loss of all the alcohol that had been in his apartment. "Believe me, had I been at home they wouldn't have dared to go one foot inside my doorway. If they read the files on what I can do, they'd have some second thoughts about dealing with me face to face." Jack bragged, a cocky smirk crossing his features. "I'd rather not talk about the higher ups right now. Honestly, it seems the initiative and I have a lot to talk about...Especially since I very clearly did hand them resignation paperwork alongside the reports of my final mission. I'd think after reading the reports the top brass would have been a little bit more understanding about the situation. Guess I was wrong." The look on jack's face clearly indicated his slight confusion and disdain at the currents situation. This seemed...Out of place somehow. He had given the higher ups his resignation before he left, and before that he had given them a whole slew of information he had recovered alongside his deceased wife. Including a report on what had happened. A report that he honest to god never wanted to look at again. Or even think about or remember if he could help it. That being said, it almost seemed like an inevitable outcome that he was going to have to talk about it. That's why he needed all the booze he could get. At least that would help him forget. However, it was the last thing that Yura said that truly got Jack's attention. The instant she was there to help "erase the fear on both sides", Jack immediately became extremely alarmed. Alarmed enough that he didn't hesitate to speak his mind. "...'erase the fear on both sides'? The Hell? Why the hell would anything need to be erased?! 'If I'm ready'? If I'm ready for what?!" Jack growled, his voice rising clearly as he became agitated by the sudden change in the situation. "Yura, I need you to fill me in on what the hell is going on, because it seems like we're on two very different pages here. I won't jump through hoops or play twenty questions unless I damn well know why I'm being asked."
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Post by Yura on Aug 5, 2016 4:08:24 GMT
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Hm. Yura had entrusted her intern with some file-keeping relating the raid on Jack's house, but there seemed to have been a mistake, as Jack so evidently pointed out. "Sorry about that. My mistake. Though curiously, our bar definitely just got a few extra bottles for the shelves, hm." She made a mischievously smile, before blinking once and changing her expression to something more serious.
"Resignation? Paperwork and report?" Yura tilted her head. "Jack, according to the records, none of these things exist." A fact. "Within the Initiative, you've been marked as a deserter, and the prime suspect for the murder of your wife, Melissa Torres." She leaned in a little closer. "Jack, what you say may be true- In which case something big may be brewing on top. But the fact is, right now, you're a wanted man." She returned to her upright posture. "A wanted man who willingly let himself be captured." A short pause for the man to soak this new information in. "That is what I meant by the fear." Yura looked deeply into his eye. "You know something Jack. Let me help you."
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Post by Pyroclasm on Aug 5, 2016 5:51:22 GMT
Jack felt like an entire building had just been dropped on him. This was utter insanity. On the outside it was readily apparent that Jack's mood was quickly worsening. His jaw was tight as his teeth clenched, his fists were so clenched that one could almost hear the sinew of his superhuman hands tightening. The most obvious tell was Jack's brow, which furrowed into a glare. He knew it wasn't Yura's fault this was happening, but he literally couldn't help but have such a visceral reaction to this. Yet there was one thing that very definitively infuriated Jack beyond any other part of the bullshit madness that was happening. They thought he murdered his wife. In cold blood. That fact alone was enough to make Pyroclasm literally want to knock a wall down. Anger issues were already a huge part of this but the truth only made such an accusation hurt a million times more. "You gotta be shitting me!" Jack hissed. "Deserter?! I murdered my wife?! Has this place gone completely goddamn insane?! THATS NOT WHAT HAPPENED!! I..." Jack hissed. At the moment he was spiraling out of control. However, after a moment of tense silence he regained his composure somewhat. At this point, his anger slowly began to turn into despair. "I loved my wife. I loved her so much I..."Jack stated, shaking his head as his emotions got the better of him. Finally gaining a slight amount of composure, Jack turned his attention back to Yura's request. "Melissa and I were contacted through the initiative by the United States government. A secret facility of theirs in Alaska had gone completely dark. They wanted us to go in, assess the situation and secure the area. When we got there, we discovered horrific, abominable life-forms had completely infested the facility. At first we thought it was some kind of invasion but after looking through the files we realized...Those monsters? They were the staff. They were experimenting on something at that facility. A lot of what I read was redacted, but it was something they found in Alaska that they built the facility around. I couldn't understand a lot of what was written on the reports. It seemed like it was some kind of life-form, but they kept describing it like it was some kind of energy. After we searched the facility we decided to head outside and seal it so that we could come back with more Initiative members to do a thorough sweep. But when we were leaving, Melissa, she..." Jack paused for a moment, swallowing a lump in his throat as his rage quickly turned into complete and utter despair. "She changed. She turned into one of them. Though she was a monster unlike anything I'd ever seen. If I left her alone, she could've hurt a lot of innocent people. So I...I..." Jack continued. At this point his very demeanor and voice were completely deflated. After a moment of painful silence Jack affirmed the truth with what he said next. "I killed her. I killed her so she couldn't hurt anyone."Jack remained deathly silent for another very long pause. Unable to even look at Yura he stood up and turned away. He had just told her the ugly truth: The most painful truth that Jack ever had to face. He was responsible for his wife's death. He killed her with his own two hands. He destroyed the one thing he loved more than life itself in the name of protecting others. "...We're done here. So far the initiative has done nothing but shit on me. I came back thinking I would make a difference, that I could protect people. I tried to forget that I couldn't even keep the person that mattered most to me safe. Then those bean-counters had the gall to turn around on me and stab me in the back, bury the truth and leave me as a fall guy. Tell those assholes in the boardroom of this screwed-up company I'm done. I don't want anything to do with the government, the initiative or anyone else. I just...Want to be left alone."Yura , |
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Aug 13, 2016 23:09:18 GMT
Post by Yura on Aug 13, 2016 23:09:18 GMT
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Jack's reaction was to be expected of normal humans, who attach themselves to fleeting forms and cycle between the two halves of love and hate. Yura commented in a factual manner, "You did it to save others, Jack. And that you did. Running away now will only make things worse."
A moment of silence. "Your behavior right now, and your alcoholism problem. Jack, the avoidance of pain is how addictions all start. And it is a fact that all addictions start with pain and end in pain. It is never up to external factors for you to heal inside, you make those decisions yourself."
To the point. "The initiative we are both a part of is not some separate organism. It's made of people just like you and me. There will be many who are lost in their minds, where a sense of separation from the whole cause them to behave selfishly without consideration for others. You cannot run from this phenomenon that is apparent in early-stage self-conscious lifeforms. I assume you returned here to continue doing good, and I respect that. But who are you doing it for? The organisation? Or for the unfortunate and weak who we have sworn to protect?"
A brief pause. "If you have been framed, then prove your innocence. Give them something they cannot refuse, but please, don't take things personally. The truth in any case, needs no defense. If you find yourself defending the truth, you are not defending the truth, you are defending you, or rather, the illusion of yourself, the mind-made substitute."
Yura's voice softened, but lost none of its power. "Jack, I can tell you are an emotional man, and this may be difficult for you, but be aware that this is the situation, and here is the anger you feel about it. Realize there are other ways of approaching it beside running away, other ways of seeing and dealing with it. Discover the whole picture, Jack. I will help you."
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Post by Pyroclasm on Aug 14, 2016 0:07:00 GMT
Jack listened to Yura despite the emotional turmoil in his heart. She did have good points regarding the initiative. But the initiative was only part of Jack's problem right now. Part of the terrible situation that he partially knew he had no one but himself to blame. "You make it sound like its so easy...like I just decide to drop drinking and that's that. to be honest, its all I have left. To be honest? I'm not sure what to fight for anymore. After my wife's death, even doing hero work felt like I was just going through the motions. Just existing and not really being alive." Jack responded, a clear tone of morose resignation in his voice. A few moments of silence passed as Jack tried to process his emotions. It was clearly getting a little more difficult to do so the longer he went without a drink. Maybe the alcohol did have more of an effect on him than he was willing to admit? It was becoming a very likely possibility. Still at least for the moment he now felt he finally had another purpose. Another mission to give him some kind of direction. turning toward Yura, Jack's expression had hardened as he refocused the emotional and physical pain of withdraw on a newfound truth. "...But your point stands. I'll stay with the initiative and help find the truth. However let me be clear I'm not treating this as an investigation for the good of the initiative. The truth itself is only a part of my goal. This is personal for me. Whoever sent me on that mission probably knew exactly what was going to happen. They probably didn't intend for me or my wife to come back alive, nor for that report to ever see the light of day. They turned the woman I loved more than anything else into a monster. They hid the truth and tried to frame me for what happened. All my suffering...All my pain lies on their feet. I'm gonna find the son of a bitch that did this and make them pay for it. I'd like to say I had a more noble goal, but I'll leave finding that for another time. Another time after when the bastard who did this to me wishes he never crossed me for every second of the rest of his days." Jack explained. He wore a slightly stern expression on his face as he explained his resolve. It was clear Jack had found a path, but it was not a path that many heroes would approve of. Jack frankly didn't give a shit about the opinions of Heroes who had never lost anything, never had to kill their loved ones for "the good of others". As long as he did his job as a hero well he was sure that the fat cats at the top wouldn't give a shit. That was good as he didn't want them refocusing their attention on him. Because chances are it was one of them who caused all this, and one of them who was gonna pay in blood when the time came. Still he couldn't jump to conclusions yet. Pyroclasm still had no idea who his true nemesis was. He needed to save his wrath for that person and that day when he met them. Yura, |
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Sept 11, 2016 19:11:48 GMT
Post by Yura on Sept 11, 2016 19:11:48 GMT
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Jack's mind had possessed him fully since the death of his wife. It was not an enjoyable experience to watch him suffer unnecessarily, but in the end, suffering is the greatest teacher, and death was the purification of all that is un-real in one's biological life.
"You make it sound like its so easy...like I just decide to drop drinking and that's that." Yura promptly commented, "That's right." "To be honest, its all I have left. To be honest? I'm not sure what to fight for anymore. After my wife's death, even doing hero work felt like I was just going through the motions. Just existing and not really being alive." "Suffering is like a hot coal you willingly hold in your hand. You either drop it now, or not at all. It is a form of unconscious madness. This is not a judgement, but a fact. Look around the world at what humanity at large has brought on themselves. Even with the establishment of the Initiative, the rise of a superpower so to speak. It will continue to fail in creating lasting peace as long as those in charged are trapped in the same ways as yourself. Believing themselves to be a separate fragment of the universe. Enforcing power to eradicate evil will only spawn more evil, on both sides. In the end it simply creates further suffering. One can dismiss it and say they are not ready, that the burn in their hands makes them feel more at ease, that everyone else is doing the same thing so why should they be different? But the only sane thing to do here is to awaken. Drop the burning coal. Realize that you are not your mind, nor your personality or your past. How can you be abandoned by life when you are life itself? Without life there is no you." Yura smiled beautifully as she gave that final line.
"What you fight you strengthen. Vengeance will achieve nothing but bring further suffering into the world. You know that Melissa will not come back as a result. Your coal will simply burn hotter, and you will grip tighter. You will judge and mark another as an enemy, reducing the troubled life that they are to a dead, lifeless label. Unable to see them as a living being like yourself, going through the motions as you put it. Vengeance is the simple answer of insanity. Do you wish to deepen the pool of suffering inflicted by the collective human unconsciousness, Jack? Or break out from the cycle, and begin to heal, yourself, and the world at large?"
Even if this was a lot for Jack to take in. Yura was sure that a seed had been planted. To reject her teachings was the likely outcome, but once Jack has suffered enough through his actions, he will realize the truth, and then, he will be ready.
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