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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 7, 2011 15:39:04 GMT
Laertes Polonius, Donovan Johnson and Tybalt Capulet were sat in a meeting room.
"I don't know why I'm here," Donovan said "This was really more of Jenni-"
"So help me if you say "This was Jennifer's domain" one more time I will stab you in the gut," Laertes said, glaring at him from across the table.
Tybalt sighed, no one was happy about this. For one thing they really needed Ren's help and with KEEP in power that would be ... tricky. On the other hand they needed to be on good terms with them because (like it or not) they were more likely to accept their plans with the British Army and PROSE.
Laertes sat at the left of the round table, clicking his pen, Donovan sat across from him, surrounded by pens and folders while Tybalt was at the head of the table, just waiting.
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 8, 2011 16:11:31 GMT
Tybalt stood up and shook his hand.
"It's good to meet you Mr. Bullion," He said "These are my associates, Dr. Johnson," Donovan raised his hand a little "And Mr. Polonius," Laertes nodded his head in their general direction.
"Now ... let's get down to business," Capulet said "How much do you know about Sonnet?"
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 8, 2011 21:37:39 GMT
"Oh we don't need the driver anymore," Tybalt said "Laertes,"
There was a pause, Laertes frowned.
"You aren't serious,"
"Just show them," Tybalt sighed.
Laertes sighed angrily, took up his driver and placed it on the table, sliding the black oval across the table to Cain.
"It's called the PROSE system," Tybalt explained.
"It stands for PROto Sonnet Engine," Donovan added "The prototype was ... destroyed during a battle with Sonnet's Iago form, look it up when you get the time, it's fairly terrifying," He cleared his throat "That's the mark 3 driver, we're planning on mass producing these and giving them to the police, army, maybe even other emergency services if we can work out some less aggressive versions."
Tybalt smiled.
"You want to get rid of kaijin? Then you'll need this to help," He told them.
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 9, 2011 23:02:12 GMT
Laertes let out a small "Ha," and leaned back in his chair. "Metasoldiers"? Ridiculous. Donovan looked up at Smythe with dark eyes, they weren't going to fund something like this. An army of soldiers yes, but mass-produced organic ... well, weapons was a step too far.
"We'll do it." Tybalt said.
At that moment Donovan and Laertes looked at each other from across the table, eyes wide and faces confused. They looked at Tybalt.
"... Um ..." Donovan said.
"Are you f*ck*ng insane!?" Laertes snapped.
He gritted his teeth pushed his chair away and moved towards the door, snatching his driver away as he did so.
After the door slammed shut Dr. Johnson stood up.
"I ... I should check on him," He said, going to the door and leaving Tybalt alone with KEEP's agents.
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 10, 2011 21:23:18 GMT
Tybalt laughed a little.
"Wow you're very good," He said, almost patronising them "No, the truth is we ... I've known about your "Metasoldiers" for some time, and I want to know how you make them,"
He leaned back in the chair.
"See, Kamen Rider Sonnet is one of the most powerful entities in the world, and we're fairly sure that we can create our own, far more powerful Sonnet if ... if you give us what we need to clone Ingram's body ... the driver won't work on anyone who isn't of Ingram blood," He explained.
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 11, 2011 21:32:16 GMT
Tybalt picked up the booklet and started looking through it, still acting like an absolute git who didn't care about what was going on.
"Ooh, aren't you clever?" He said, genuinely meaning it but not showing it, just arrogantly putting his feet on the table "... Though ... nah, nevermind, it's nothing,"
Come on Bullion, take the bait ...
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 12, 2011 21:05:56 GMT
"Well we have someone who might be interested in working with you to improve your Metasoldiers," Tybalt said "You just need to let us ... bend the rules," He rolled his feet off of the table and smiled at them. "Sound like a good deal? We give you a mad scientist and you let us mass produce the PROSE systems, under the radar."
~Speaking of which I need to finish that "mad scientist"'s profile off~Cross
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 15, 2011 20:35:09 GMT
... Dammit, Jennifer was a lot better at this than him. Maybe he shouldn't have shot her in the head.
Well he had, and by trying to get James into somewhere with more resources, attempt to get a big government grant and try to get on good terms with Cain he'd wound up in a pretty bad state.
"Okay," He said, not showing his concern "Message understood,"
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 16, 2011 22:39:48 GMT
"Yes, thankyou," Tybalt said.
Outside the door Donovan was getting a drink from a water fountain while Laertes was completely disregarding the smoking ban and lighting up inside.
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 19, 2011 19:32:47 GMT
Laertes came down the corridor and stopped in front of Cain and Rupert. There was an awkward pause and then he huffed and walked past/ through them rather roughly. Followed by Donovan who gave him a small wave and then tried to squeeze past him.
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 23, 2011 17:02:34 GMT
Laertes paused, looked over his shoulder and then turned back.
"Whatever," He huffed.
"Sorry about him," Donovan said, rushing past them "He can be a bit of a tw*t every so often,"
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 24, 2011 23:35:49 GMT
"... No he's just a bit of a tw*t," Said Donovan.
He clicked his tongue and then looked at Rupert, nodding in his direction.
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Oct 31, 2011 10:54:37 GMT
"Oh thankyou, I'll think about it," He said, smiling a halfhearted smile and walking after Laertes.
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Nov 5, 2011 14:17:16 GMT
"Now, what exactly do you mean by "parts"?" Asked James.
If the two KEEP higher-ups looked behind them they'd see James Borachio standing behind them with Shylock (The Enviii known as Jyari to those few who knew) on his left. He was in a long black coat, his hands covered in oil.
"Now, I don't think we've met, my name's Doctor Borachio," He said, extending a sticky black hand.
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Nov 6, 2011 12:50:55 GMT
"Oh I know, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in something a little more ..." He looked at Jyari who was fixed and staring at Rupert with his narrow eyed glare "A little more patriotic,"
He took something out of the inside of his pocket, several crisp A4 sheets of white paper. But the diagrams and writing on them looked ancient and archaic not to mention faded.
"I took the liberty of photocopying a few ... choice selections of my great, great, great grandfather's greatest works, you may be able to utilise it in your Metahuman creations," Borachio said "But obviously, I'd like something in return,"
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