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Post by Star Ryder on Jul 5, 2016 7:16:00 GMT
 Annabelle was a bit taken aback by the sudden notification she had received. Apparently, they thought SHE was qualified enough for this task. Honestly, when she had been called down to the office, she thought it was in order to address something she did wrong on the previous mission. Boy, was she wrong. Not only did they congratulate her, they also said to await a letter.
What she received wasn't a bonus, it wasn't a special mission dossier... No, it was... A mentorship opportunity? Not an opportunity, but more like a, "Hey, you're mentoring this person now!" She was a bit confused by this. She was fairly new to the initiative, and she had been on ice for about 150 years... So why were they giving her this much responsibility?
Nevertheless, she wasn't one to argue with the Initiative. All things considered, she was probably overthinking it. It should be an honor! She would have an apprentice... sort of... Maybe? She didn't exactly know how to word it, but she was to go and meet her new person in Conference Room 173.
She walked down the hall wearing her traditional uniform, with the exception of substituting her normal vest with a red and white flannel shirt. The vest was still being cleaned, and she wanted to make a good impression, so this would have to do...
She finally reached the conference room and put her hand on the door handle. Honestly, she wasn't nervous... There was a bit of a chill in the air causing her to shiver... That's all... Right? She looked at the piece of paper in her other hand and took a deep breath. She's just a girl... Only 16. Yeah, this wasn't so bad. She was 16 once! It wasn't like there was a huge difference between them... Other than the fact that Anna didn't have any control over any powers and was just a really REALLY skilled marksman.
Annabelle twisted the doorknob and stepped inside and saw her new apprentice sitting across the table. She looked like a girl, to be sure. Was still a teenager... She didn't look threatening at all! Annabelle smiled at her and went over and offered her hand to her. "Isidora Edison, I presume? Name's Annabelle Cloudia. Or, "Star Ryder," as my hero name... Howdy! It's a pleasure to be yer mentor!" Oh man, what did a mentor do... Was a mentor a friend? If not, she didn't care... Maybe it was a big sister roll. Probably was. Well, they just needed to get to know each other fairly well... Maybe she could take her down to the shooting range later on and teach her some self defense? Whatever, that was for afterwards...
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Post by TESLA on Jul 6, 2016 0:34:21 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","biggie"]  [attr="class","textie"]Izzy hadn't been in this country long, but she was already a citizen and, more importantly, an agent of some sort for their government. Pretty ironic, she thought. But she was nervous even if she laughed at the premise. She couldn't even control her own abilities. Nor was she very powerful with them in any case. She could move small metallic objects just a little bit, or give shocks to people that barely hurt. Like right now, Tesla was hovering a penny above her open palm. She had a sort of sad look on her face.[break][break]
She wasn't sure if she was really sad, though. Mostly just scared. On one hand, she didn't really want a mentor, because it meant that person was going to see all of her mistakes and shortcomings. On the other hand, she totally understood why she needed one, because she was entirely inexperienced with this sort of thing. She had no clue how to fight, and still wasn't sure that she wanted to. This whole thing was her parents' idea, anyhow. She wasn't a hero. She was just...Izzy Edison. Nothing special. She levitated the penny a little higher, but the thing suddenly started to smoke. Izzy eeked and dropped it onto the floor as someone walked in, kicking the very warm piece of metal towards the leg of the table. She attempted to act normal, waving a little to Anna.[break][break]
"Ah...um...Yes, that's me. Y-you can call me Izzy, or...I also go by Tesla, now. B-because of the electric stuff." That's right, she had almost forgotten. Her cousin suggested the name as a joke, since their last name was Edison, and the two inventors had one of the biggest feuds in history. It was ironic, and Izzy was all about irony. Tesla looked back up to Anna. "H-happy to have you," she said, awkwardly. She noted that Anna had a southern accent, leading her to the conclusion she was some kind of space cowgirl or something, judging on the interesting prosthetic limbs the woman had. Tesla herself had a Londoner's accent, having lived in Battersea all of her life. She missed it, actually. Thinking about it made her sad, and she shook her head.[break][break]
"W-what are we doing, exactly?" Tesla asked, half fearful. It was probably some kind of training. She was worried she would fail at it somehow, whatever it was. Especially if she had to use her powers. She hated using them. Mostly because she sucked at it. She remembered the first time she had used them, accidentally shocking her friend, Tilly. Well, she was a sort of friend. Tesla didn't have any real friends, she thought. But shocking Tilly had been embarrassing enough. Tesla sniffed the air, and realized she could smell smoke. Oh god, the penny must have set something on fire...The table.[break] [attr="class","iconie"]  [newclass=.biggie]-webkit-transitionduration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover]margin-left:-300px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie]opacity:0;margin-top:-425px;margin-bottom:150px;width:300px;height:400px;padding:10px;background-color:#fff;border:solid 1px #b7b7b7;color:#939393;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;margin-left:0px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;font:11px calibri;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .textie]opacity:1;margin-left:610px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar]width:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#b7b7b7;border:2px solid #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconie]opacity:0;margin-top:-240px;margin-left:-220px;margin-bottom:50px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .iconie]opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.tagsie]opacity:0;font:11px calibri;color:#b7b7b7;margin-top:-75px;margin-left:-75px;margin-bottom:40px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .tagsie]opacity:1;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] |
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Post by Star Ryder on Jul 6, 2016 5:04:32 GMT
Annabelle chuckled softly to herself after the introduction. From what she read, apparently Edison and Tesla were rivals... So that must've been why she picked that alias. Either that, or she wasn't aware of that. Annabelle stretched her arms up and made a big yawn before falling back into the chair and feeling her body collide with the comfortable cushions. So soft.
She placed the paper on the table and leaned back and looked at Isidora. "Well... Let me just go ahead and tell ya, I ain't got the kinda powers ya do. So, I probably won't be able to help you with the whole mutant powers thing. Yer gonna have to find someone else for that. However..." Annabelle clicked her tongue and pulled a laser pistol out of the holster, placing it on the desk. "I reckon you ain't fired a gun before, bein' from England and all. So, I think after we introduce ourselves and get to know each other a bit better, I'll take ya down to the range and teach ya the way my paw taught me. That sound good?"
Annabelle shrugged and grinned again. "Now, I ain't exactly ever had a mentor before, 'cept if you count my paw and some of my crew mates when I was a bounty hunter up in space waaaaay back when. Now the one thing I learned from the both of 'em is that you should always have a good friend. So, I don't exactly want you to view me as a more of a mentor, but more of a friend, y'know? Regardless if ya have any questions about the initiative or anything, don't hesitate to ask me, alright?" Annabelle continued that smile. Thinking about this, it wasn't that bad at all! "So, why don't I start off the actual introductions... Erm... Huh. Well, like I said, name's Annabelle Cloudia, and I was born in 1840. Been frozen for a while now... Thinking 152 years? Anyways, I'm a bit behind on the current technology, but I know how to operate a lot of alien tech. Ain't that odd? Normally, it'd be the other way around, I'm s'possin'. So... What about you?"
So far, she was thinking that this was going very, very well—Wait a moment... What was that smell. She looked around and saw smoking coming up from the leg of the table. "Hang on just a minute there..." She dove under the table and looked at the small fire beginning the build. She pulled a bandanna out of her pants pocket and whacked it against the supporting leg, smothering the fire out before appearing back out from under the desk, holding the hot coin she had found between her two prosthetic fingers, and a small scowl on her face. "Now... I'm assuming this is yer doing... And you coulda really caused a bad fire there..." The scowl disappeared into a grin. "I ain't gonna tell nobody 'bout it though, don't worry yerself a bit! We all make mistakes. But, let's just not try to use our powers fer now, alright?" She held the still hot finger in her fingers and blew on it, trying to cool it off.
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Post by TESLA on Jul 6, 2016 23:40:50 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","biggie"] [attr="class","textie"]Tesla jumped. There was a gun on the table. No questions asked, no warning, just...a gun. She shook her head, no, she had never fired a gun. Why would she have? There were huge restrictions on gun ownership in the UK. Was she going to be shooting it today? Oh god, she was. This was terrifying. Oh, Annabelle had asked her something. "Er...I was born in Londom...um...and I went to school in....Battersea...and that's pretty much it...I've never done much..."[break][break]
So she was some kind of space cowgirl. That was pretty cool, Tesla thought. Anna must have gone on some pretty amazing adventures. But Tesla had done...nothing. How could she even live up to this woman? She wasn't particularly skilled or powerful. She doubted she'd survive an adventure, let alone ever get to go on any. Of course, Tesla regularly doubted herself. She blinked, when Anna realized the burning penny was there, and froze up. "O-Oh...I'm so sorry..."[break] [attr="class","iconie"] [newclass=.biggie]-webkit-transitionduration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover]margin-left:-300px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie]opacity:0;margin-top:-425px;margin-bottom:150px;width:300px;height:400px;padding:10px;background-color:#fff;border:solid 1px #b7b7b7;color:#939393;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;margin-left:0px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;font:11px calibri;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .textie]opacity:1;margin-left:610px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar]width:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#b7b7b7;border:2px solid #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconie]opacity:0;margin-top:-240px;margin-left:-220px;margin-bottom:50px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .iconie]opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.tagsie]opacity:0;font:11px calibri;color:#b7b7b7;margin-top:-75px;margin-left:-75px;margin-bottom:40px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .tagsie]opacity:1;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] |
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Post by Star Ryder on Jul 9, 2016 2:53:25 GMT
Honestly, Annabelle was surprised at how timid the girl was. Then again, she was only a teenager. She sighed and looked over towards her. "Hey, ain't nothing to be ashamed of. After all, your powers were only just discovered yeah? I ain't even got powers! I just happened to get lucky and not die a hundred years ago!"
She chuckled at the fact that she put it so bluntly. "Don't be too hard on yerself kid, we ain't gonna hurt ya. We'll get ya in fightin' condition. At the very least, you'll do some Public Relations or whatever... But that thing ya did with that coin..." She leaned in a bit closer towards her. "It said stuff in yer file about an affinity for electromagnetic manipulation... Does that mean uh... You can summon lightning? Crap, no that'd be uh... Electric manipulation..."
At this point, Anna was only confusing herself and scratching her head. She could hardly keep up with who had what powers in the initiative anymore. All she knew was that Morricone did stuff with spirits, Cornelia was a ghost, and this kid did something with electric powers and magnetism that somehow made the coin pretty for to the touch. "Anyways, if you have any fears... Go ahead and tell 'em to me! I'll help in any way that I can to make 'em go away!"
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Post by TESLA on Jul 11, 2016 2:12:21 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","biggie"] [attr="class","textie"]Summon lightning? Tesla shook her head. "Mostly just...zap people...I need to touch them to do it. Or I can levitate small metal things...Or pull them towards me, or push them away...but that's about it...I'm pretty weak." Anna would have to get used to the way Tesla talked- always so self-degrading. The teen's self esteem was at unprecedented lows, probably because she really had done so little with her life, and she wasn't proud of anything, because she had nothing to be proud of.[break][break]
And fears? ...She had many. She wasn't comfortable with talking about them, because she was afraid that people would laugh at her. And confirm the thought that she was weak, or a nothing. She didn't quite trust Anna with her concerns, yet. That might change someday, but for now, Tesla would keep her mouth shut. "I'm...fine...We can go do the shooting thing now, I guess..."[break] [attr="class","iconie"] [newclass=.biggie]-webkit-transitionduration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover]margin-left:-300px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie]opacity:0;margin-top:-425px;margin-bottom:150px;width:300px;height:400px;padding:10px;background-color:#fff;border:solid 1px #b7b7b7;color:#939393;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;margin-left:0px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;font:11px calibri;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .textie]opacity:1;margin-left:610px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar]width:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#b7b7b7;border:2px solid #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconie]opacity:0;margin-top:-240px;margin-left:-220px;margin-bottom:50px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .iconie]opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.tagsie]opacity:0;font:11px calibri;color:#b7b7b7;margin-top:-75px;margin-left:-75px;margin-bottom:40px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .tagsie]opacity:1;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] |
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Post by Star Ryder on Jul 27, 2016 5:04:58 GMT
"Well, if you say so." Annabelle pulled out another gun and slid it over to Tesla. "This here's a MK. 52 Fitnarl, made on the moons of Ryor. hat that basically means is that it's a pretty good gun with little kickback to it and little recoil. Laser pistols always have a bit of recoil to 'em, but not as much as normal gunpowder guns. Keep it, it's yours. You're gonna need something to protect ya, aren't ya?"
Annabelle would get up with Isidora and walk through the Initiative before arriving at the shooting range. Several people were already using the main shooting range, but after waving her badge, Anna and Isidora were waved into a side room specifically designed for futuristic weaponry. Thankfully, it was empty. Annabelle quickly took hold of her own gun and aimed down the sites, showing Isidora how to properly hold it. "Use a firm grip, focus on your target and make sure the sights are lined up towards it. Then, you're gonna want to pull the trigger... It'll be a bit shocking the first time, it feels unnatural with a laser gun, but don't worry, the second shot's always easier."
And with that, she pulled the trigger four times. Only one hole was apparent on the target, but Annabelle could see slight deviations indicating that they didn't all follow the same path. "Damn... Thought I would make it more accurate... Yer turn, Isi!" Annabelle pushed a button and lowered a target a bit closer to Isidora. This was getting interesting!
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Post by TESLA on Jul 29, 2016 20:52:24 GMT
Tesla stared at the laser gun, and the first thing she thought was...how? If it was a laser gun, then it shouldn't have any kickback. No recoil. But whatever, Annabelle undoubtedly knew more about alien weaponry than she did. So, without another word, she picked up the weapon rather hesitantly and followed her new mentor to wherever it was they were going. Well, she knew where they were going. The firing range. A place she had never been, and had hoped never to go.
But now she was here. She did her best to hide behind Annabelle, holding her weapon close to her chest, not sure exactly what she should be doing. So, for now, she just avoided eye contact with everyone, and eventually it was just the two of them again. A single lane range, with only one target. Annabelle fired some round into it, remarking that she could have been more accurate. Tesla flinched with each shot. But now it was her turn. Could she do it? She was scared that she would mess up.
Tesla walked forwards, raising up the gun, hands shaking. A new target came down just for her, but its sudden appearance made her jump. "Eek!" she squealed, looking away for a moment, closing her eyes. She looked back, realizing it was just a target. "Oh," she mumbled, raising the gun again. Okay, she was going to try this. She went really rigid, trying to get a good stance. She fired the first shot. She looked away, and looked back, seeing no hole in the target. She tried again, then a third time. Nothing. The fourth shot, though, got the target on the outside border. Tesla jumped a little but grinned. "Anna, I got it!" she exclaimed.
She took a few more shots. Each one made its mark slightly closer to the center. Tesla started to become excited. She continued to fire shots more rapidly, and soon, they were all hitting the center, some even going through the holes left by previous shots and going to the wall behind it. Tesla's eyes began to glow a strange white-blue as she became more excited.
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Post by Star Ryder on Aug 9, 2016 5:39:32 GMT
Annabelle watched carefully as Isidora fired her shots. At first she was scared of the gun, but she continued to get more and more accurate. Annabelle grinned at her finally hitting it. "Hey, that's pretty good! Hopefully, you won't have to use it that often. I always use 'em to fire warning shots and whatnot. Maybe I can teach you roping one day. Either way, you gotta remember that we're here to catch criminals. If we can't catch 'em, we gotta subdue them." She sat down and continued to watch Isidora fire away at the targets. She yawned and fiddled around with the inner mechanisms of her gun.
"Also, try looking down the sights. That oughta improve yer accuracy a lot. Other than that, you're doing great!" She fixed her gun back and continued sitting and watching her. It was always great to see someone get the hang of firing guns easily. She leaned back and noted that her aim was getting a lot better... She stood up and walked next to her and watched her correct her shots and such. She was catching on rather quickly.
She noticed that her eyes were starting glow as her smile began to grow. H-hey, Isi-" She quickly stopped and looked down the range before looking back at Isidora. "Keep it up! If you want to try any other guns, I can let you try them out." It was probably something to do with her mutation or whatever. Either way, Isidora was definitely going to be a fun person to mentor.
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