Port - First Meeting (ALL Participants must post)

[gimmethemap]

(ooc: Made largely because the last thread is getting hard to follow. For those that are taking part in the port, be sure to have your character or their Warden/Inmate "sound off" here, comment and say they're there: http://gimmethemap.livejournal.com/6976.html?thread= ( Read more... )

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Combat Group

[rayney_day]

"Guess my body count puts me in column C," observed Rayne, grimly holstering her rifle and meandering over to where Morgan had suggested. Together with the blades, she looked more formidable than most, even though they were folded back against her arms.

The weapon was given a casual once-over, just to make sure of its operational condition. The small digital display giving a visual check of how many rounds were in the present magazine.

"Can't say I usually work as part of a group, though..."

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[namorofthesea]

Hearing the high pitched whistle, Namor turned around and returned to the group that he'd begun to wander off from. Then, hearing the divisions, Namor knew instantly where he should be. He was a warrior king; the avenging son. He would fight. Silently, he walked over to where Rayne now stood and looked around to see who would join them.

"Neither do I, though I have had occasion to in the past," he said in response to Rayne's comment.

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[fanged_aleera]

Rayne still might not realise Aleera was a vampire and it was just as well too many other scents were still masking that. Nevertheless, the more wicked of the two redheads had been made aware of the 'rules', such as they were. Her like of this place had already been registered, but even she had no desire to be stranded here without prey.

Although saying nothing, she nonchelantly joined the group of those readying themselves for combat. After all, it seemed like an excuse for violence - even if she wore no armour and chose to carry nothing in the way of firearms.

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[onderhaus]

Rube knew for absolute certain that he didn't belong in the technical or medical groups; that left him in the combat group - great therapy for Charlie, but bad memories for him.

He nudged his inmat and pointed to the group of "soldiers". "We're over there."

It surprised him to see one of them without armor or weapons, but he supposed it was a to-each-their-own sort of thing.

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[i_hate_posses]

Charlie gave Rube a 'don't touch me' look but didn't say anything when the Reaper nudged him. Of course they were going to the Combat group-- he wasn't gonna waste having a firearm again on something stupid like doctorin' or...well, he didn't even know where to begin with the other group.

He stepped up to the other would-be soldiers and didn't say anything, giving them all the typical 'Yeah, I'm here, whatever' Charlie Prince nonchalance he gave group situations in general.

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[nameisbond]

Bond had his guns with him, his trigger finger already going mad with the anticipation of this port, He was good with computer,could hack anything, but he preferred to be where the action was happening, he stepped up to where Morgan had pointed for the Combatants, "James Bond,at your service," he said. He looked around for the blonde he'd discussed with earlier via journals about vouching for her,wondering where she was.

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[notquitedivine]

"Right," Gabriel wasted no time in joining the combat-oriented group. For the most part, it was because he wanted to see that good was done; in a small sort of way, however, he assumed his warden, with all her 'rules' wouldn't dare join him, lest she ruin her clothes.

He sauntered over with a purpose in his step and determination in his eyes. "We're going to do what we can to help the survivors and see that no further harm comes to them! I will accept no other course of action."

Gabriel wasn't necessarily vying for command--he just had never been good at stepping down in any presence other than His.

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[swiss_gear]

Testament didn't feel particularly motivated to join any of the groups. Still, of the three choices, Combat appealed the most to his interests. He'd go along with them for a bit, see what there was to find out, and then leave if he'd decided he'd had enough.

Teleportation was a handy trick to thing that the Barge hadn't yet stripped from him.

He stood to the back of the group, one hand on his hip, remaining out of the limelight. The sooner they got this show on the road, the better.

[mistermonk]

Adrian trailed after Loki, when he realized that his Inmate had joined the group without him. He was in the process of vigorously scrubbing his hands with a handkercheif, taking a moment here and there to clean a spot on his armor.

He was probably the most out-of-place person in the group; when he grasped his weapon, he held it gingerly, and his armor looked like he had loosened it so it would touch him as little as possible.

He also looked completely, utterly terrified.

[major_west]

As far as Major West was concerned, he was the most qualified individual to lead this... makeshift unit. Of course, seeing as he was an Inmate, he doubted anybody would accept him in a leadership role (plus, there was the whole factor of him being quite unstable). He supposed it'd be for the best. If he had his way, half of these disastrously under-qualified "soldiers" would be left behind. Han Solo, of course, could stay (because he's totally in the group, too, even if he hasn't posted).

West glanced at Gabriel, quite unimpressed with the "angel's" demand. "Obviously. That's what we're here for. Assist the survivors." He rolled his eyes. That didn't go well the last time he'd tried it. "However, if they've been... compromised in any way, our own safety must take top priority."

[fathersbludgeon]

Ralph wasn't stupid.

He knew well enough that if there was a threat, they'd most likely all be fucked. One group wouldn't necessarily get more targeted than another, right? In that sort of situation, you don't want to be stood around a harem of rattling scientists. Nope. You wanted to be hidden behind the gun-toting, ego-driven masses.

So combat group it was. After all: he had no intention of leading or fighting.

The fact was, he hadn't slept in days. He was also reaching the end of a high, and so his irritable sensibilities were on the up.

...He wanted to get back to the barge.

"Survivors?" he asked loudly, frowning. "You seen this place? It's fuckin' stone cold dead."

[surething_boss]

"I dunno about that," Birdy put in, stepping close to Ralph. "There's no one else here as far as I can tell, but I'm getting something way off that way." She pointed in a seemingly random direction. "But I'd need something better than this motion censor thingy to tell you whether it's people or something else."

[evy_carnahan]

Not wanting to be separated from her inmate, since who knew what sort of trouble he could get into here, Evey followed him along to join the group.

She kept looking in all directions, still amazed and scared by the place. She wasn't the combat sort per say but she wasn't about to just let him wander off. She'd probably get another complaint.

"Hopefully we don't see much combat." she said quietly. Or any at all really.

[sheis_stilllost]

Rose joined up with the group and looked at the brunette woman. Judging by the expression on her face, the blonde could tell that she wasn't comfortable here and probably had never seen combat.

"Don't worry, if anything tries to get you, I'll just blast them with my gun." She gave the woman a reassuring smile. "So far nothing. I suppose it's a good sign." But then she knew that things were always quiet before it got really bad.