Enter Juggernaut.
So I finally got to meet that behemoth that led the charge out of the prison. And wouldn't you know it, it was Cain freakin Marko. Funny thing is he doesn't realize that he's pretty much a legend in our previous line of work. Not to many of us mercs ever get that kind of reputation. All I have to say is that when the time comes, I hope he's on my side. I don't ever want to be on the wrong side of Juggernaut.
<> The Cliffs
The cliffs leading up to the main headquarters of the Brotherhood are far too steep, jagged, and slick with seafoam and salt for a normal human to climb. At least, not without some serious rock-climbing equipment and a lot of durability. Winds off the ocean buffet the rocks here even on a calm day, and the waves crash white on the rocks below.
It's been awhile since the recently dubbed 'Juggernaut' has been out from the dormitory area, his presense on the island having become rather quiet as of late. For the moment however, he's emerged, well on his way toward the cliffs, his expression matching the quieted nature that's come over him as of late. Hands settle in the pockets of his jeans as his eyes trail along the ground just ahead of him, enough to refrain from bumping into someone anyway, though so far he's noticed a lack of others outside as well.
On a night like tonight, Tommy couldn't help but be out running. Ever since he got to this island, he neglected his training regimen and after meeting up with Padraig last night, he decided it was time to get back into it. Now, he's not physically a slouch, being 6'2" tall and weighing in at just over 200 lbs. It's just that if he doesn't keep himself in top form, he may be caught unaware by something. That and the behemoth he was running behind at the prison break made him think he should work out some more. He comes up over a rise that leads him to the cliffs where he chatted with Padraig, and he slows down to look at the scenery once again."
By the time Thomas probably gets to the cliffs, he'll find said 'behemoth' already there, for the moment standing not too far off from where the land ends and cascades down toward the jagged rock and water below. Still, he's quiet, eyes focused on staring ahead, almost as if he were trying to find New York with his eyes from year. The fading sunlight doesn't really do much for the 'task' however, though it doesn't stop him from looking on.
Thomas slows to a stop as he notices the mountain standing not to far off from the boulder he perched on last night. Funny, that wasn't there last night, otherwise he would have used it as a perch. He walks over to the large man and stares out to sea. He stands there and stares a bit before he turns to the other man. "Lemme guess, you lost a contact lens?" He smirks at his own little joke and goes back to staring out to sea.
Somehow, Cain's mood for humor seems to have been lost over the last couple of days. A turn of his head brings steely, auburn eyes down on the one making the crack, though not so much as a word comes from his lips, though he recognizes him both from the prison and from earlier on the island. Eventually that head turns back again, resuming his own little lookout.
Thomas blinks at the larger man after turning to look at him again. "Listen, man. I know you and Sabella were close. I'm sorry to hear about her getting pegged, but there's nothing that staring out at the water is going to do to bring her back." Nice one, stupid. Upset the mountain and let it crush you, Mohammad. He mentally facepalms and turns away from the man to resume his run. "Well, hoss, don't fall in."
Has his 'relations' toward Sabella been that obvious after just one day of the two of them both being here. It almost makes Cain wonder who's been saying what to who around here. Knitted brows don his expression... "Our 'boss' tells me that none of us can afford to go bust her out. Said it'd be too 'risky' connecting the Brotherhood with her company." Sure, maybe it does make sense.. or should make sense. Before Thomas can run off, he suddenly speaks up again. "So what'd they have you locked away for, anyway?"
Thomas blinks and turns back to Cain. "Yeah, well it makes sense. We can't have the whole world coming down on us now, can we? Its bad enough that they've made us out to be monsters as it is. They just don't understand what we're trying to do here." He turns back and walks over to the man. "Murder." He makes it sound so simple, but the complexity behind it is just stretching that word to its limits.
Fuck the world. Fuck every last one of them, is what he thinks. Let them come. Let them bring their ships, their tanks, their guns. He'd gladly tear every last one in his sights apart. "They're not -going- to understand. I think that's the point he's trying to get across." He being Magneto of course. Something about the last statement brings a smirk to his face. It'd make sense for someone to be locked away like that for murder. For him? "2 accounts of assault, and property damage. The guy actually pulled a gun and shot me, and they still said I assaulted him." That's precious.
Thomas nods. He fully understands the anger of the larger man, but he's also learned that balls out force isn't going to succeed in this game. His eyes go wide for a second in response to the man's charges. "Well, that's . . . interesting. I should have never been there."
Not that Cain really cared at the time, anyway. He knew the /second/ there was no question that he was a mutant, that he'd find nothing but this kind of treatment from 'humanity'.. In America, they talk about equality among all... Horseshit. Then again, there's been quite the sordid history regarding contradictions, things that might be better left unsaid, or even thought. To think that he was actually considering letting himself stay in that place... He looks to Thomas again. "What makes you say that?" It's said merely with curiousity, not arrogance.
Thomas smirks with a bit of smugness that shows it's not a jovial smirk. "In my line of work, you learn quickly that there is a right way to do things. If you don't do things the right way, you get pegged or killed. I was doing the job as a favor to a good client on the way back from another job. I didn't have the right hand made rounds to meet the details the client wanted, so I picked up a box of bullets at a gun store. They got film of me when they traced the bullets back. It was a stupid mistake to even take the job." He picks up a stone and whips it off the cliff and into the ocean. "If I hadn't accepted the hit, I wouldn't have gotten pegged. I don't usually do hits anyway."
Whatever's going on in Cain's thoughts, they seem to pause at the sudden turn in conversation, looking toward Thomas a little more clearly. "... I see. So you were a mercenary yourself, huh?"
Thomas nods absently to the question. "Yeah. Gunnery Sgt. Thomas A. Conlan at your service. Discharged from the Marine Corps in 1997 and I've been a merc ever since. You can call me Syphon though, or even Tommy if you really want to. What do they call you, brother?" Yeah, it's a bit cheesy but there is a sort of comraderie between mercs, unless they're on opposite sides of the fence or going for the same job. But that's neither here nor there.
"Cain Marko. Ex-Wrestler, Ex-Mercernary." It's hard not to smirk about the wrestler bit himself, but the money was decent at the time. "I never really bothered much with guns," he adds. Oh, he had his share of weaponry sent his way, but he didn't need him. He was quite the careful one. No weapons, no bullets to leave something that'd connect him. Quite careful about leaving prints if there was death involved. I was good at what I did, but then I got a contract that'd send me out into the middle of a war, literally. I got a little careless, and got surrounded. Back then I tried to keep as low a profile as I could, so I let them take me and put me away. I got bored after awhile and busted out of there. They had enough inmates in there to try and get ahold of again. I guess I'm one of the ones they /didn't/ catch." A pause... "Call me Cain... Or Juggernaut, if you'd rather." Yeah, probably sounds even stranger than Syphon, but hey, considering his stature and the details regarding his powers, it's quite fitting.
Thomas blinks. "Juggernaut? Interesting. Wait a minute. You said Cain Marko?" A look of recognition flashes over his face. "Yeah, I think I've heard of you while I was working down in Chile about 5 years ago. Didn't you do some work down in Central America for some political type?" He stares at the man in a bit of awe, knowing the name Cain Marko and the legends that go along with it. There's some good stories.
Cain quirks a brow, and is actually brought to chuckle lightly. An uplift in his mood, perhaps? His arms fold lightly at his chest. "Didn't realize I had a reputation." A bit of a joke, really. Even working undercover, it's hard not to get your name passed around in this kind of work. Helps to get word to unexpected clients that can pay you well for services rendered. He finally nods in answer to the question. "I was around there for a little while. Come to think of it, your name did sound a little familiar."
Thomas smiles. "Well it's good to have someone around that knows their way around battle. By the way, I wanted to say thanks for that cover run back at the prison. We probably would have been dropped like a series of bad habits if it wasn't for you. I guess I owe you one." He claps the other man on the arm. "Well, Juggernaut, I need to finish my run here before it gets too dark to see, but we definitely should talk again. I'm sure you've got some good stories to tell." He speaks with a genuine smile, finally able to relax in this place as he realizes the people here aren't all going to jump down his throat like Sabella did.
Cain nods quietly. "Not a problem. Any time." Again he nods, not letting himself take up of Thomas' time on what he needs to get done. He seems content to stay by the cliffs for now, though he's still not planning on jumping off any time soon.
Originally editted and posted by xmm_cain. He rated it PG-13/R and I have to agree. Definite language and species related prejudice. But what can you really expect from a pair of B'hood guys? Backdated to 8/4/05, before the Chrome/Thomas RP.
<> The Cliffs
The cliffs leading up to the main headquarters of the Brotherhood are far too steep, jagged, and slick with seafoam and salt for a normal human to climb. At least, not without some serious rock-climbing equipment and a lot of durability. Winds off the ocean buffet the rocks here even on a calm day, and the waves crash white on the rocks below.
It's been awhile since the recently dubbed 'Juggernaut' has been out from the dormitory area, his presense on the island having become rather quiet as of late. For the moment however, he's emerged, well on his way toward the cliffs, his expression matching the quieted nature that's come over him as of late. Hands settle in the pockets of his jeans as his eyes trail along the ground just ahead of him, enough to refrain from bumping into someone anyway, though so far he's noticed a lack of others outside as well.
On a night like tonight, Tommy couldn't help but be out running. Ever since he got to this island, he neglected his training regimen and after meeting up with Padraig last night, he decided it was time to get back into it. Now, he's not physically a slouch, being 6'2" tall and weighing in at just over 200 lbs. It's just that if he doesn't keep himself in top form, he may be caught unaware by something. That and the behemoth he was running behind at the prison break made him think he should work out some more. He comes up over a rise that leads him to the cliffs where he chatted with Padraig, and he slows down to look at the scenery once again."
By the time Thomas probably gets to the cliffs, he'll find said 'behemoth' already there, for the moment standing not too far off from where the land ends and cascades down toward the jagged rock and water below. Still, he's quiet, eyes focused on staring ahead, almost as if he were trying to find New York with his eyes from year. The fading sunlight doesn't really do much for the 'task' however, though it doesn't stop him from looking on.
Thomas slows to a stop as he notices the mountain standing not to far off from the boulder he perched on last night. Funny, that wasn't there last night, otherwise he would have used it as a perch. He walks over to the large man and stares out to sea. He stands there and stares a bit before he turns to the other man. "Lemme guess, you lost a contact lens?" He smirks at his own little joke and goes back to staring out to sea.
Somehow, Cain's mood for humor seems to have been lost over the last couple of days. A turn of his head brings steely, auburn eyes down on the one making the crack, though not so much as a word comes from his lips, though he recognizes him both from the prison and from earlier on the island. Eventually that head turns back again, resuming his own little lookout.
Thomas blinks at the larger man after turning to look at him again. "Listen, man. I know you and Sabella were close. I'm sorry to hear about her getting pegged, but there's nothing that staring out at the water is going to do to bring her back." Nice one, stupid. Upset the mountain and let it crush you, Mohammad. He mentally facepalms and turns away from the man to resume his run. "Well, hoss, don't fall in."
Has his 'relations' toward Sabella been that obvious after just one day of the two of them both being here. It almost makes Cain wonder who's been saying what to who around here. Knitted brows don his expression... "Our 'boss' tells me that none of us can afford to go bust her out. Said it'd be too 'risky' connecting the Brotherhood with her company." Sure, maybe it does make sense.. or should make sense. Before Thomas can run off, he suddenly speaks up again. "So what'd they have you locked away for, anyway?"
Thomas blinks and turns back to Cain. "Yeah, well it makes sense. We can't have the whole world coming down on us now, can we? Its bad enough that they've made us out to be monsters as it is. They just don't understand what we're trying to do here." He turns back and walks over to the man. "Murder." He makes it sound so simple, but the complexity behind it is just stretching that word to its limits.
Fuck the world. Fuck every last one of them, is what he thinks. Let them come. Let them bring their ships, their tanks, their guns. He'd gladly tear every last one in his sights apart. "They're not -going- to understand. I think that's the point he's trying to get across." He being Magneto of course. Something about the last statement brings a smirk to his face. It'd make sense for someone to be locked away like that for murder. For him? "2 accounts of assault, and property damage. The guy actually pulled a gun and shot me, and they still said I assaulted him." That's precious.
Thomas nods. He fully understands the anger of the larger man, but he's also learned that balls out force isn't going to succeed in this game. His eyes go wide for a second in response to the man's charges. "Well, that's . . . interesting. I should have never been there."
Not that Cain really cared at the time, anyway. He knew the /second/ there was no question that he was a mutant, that he'd find nothing but this kind of treatment from 'humanity'.. In America, they talk about equality among all... Horseshit. Then again, there's been quite the sordid history regarding contradictions, things that might be better left unsaid, or even thought. To think that he was actually considering letting himself stay in that place... He looks to Thomas again. "What makes you say that?" It's said merely with curiousity, not arrogance.
Thomas smirks with a bit of smugness that shows it's not a jovial smirk. "In my line of work, you learn quickly that there is a right way to do things. If you don't do things the right way, you get pegged or killed. I was doing the job as a favor to a good client on the way back from another job. I didn't have the right hand made rounds to meet the details the client wanted, so I picked up a box of bullets at a gun store. They got film of me when they traced the bullets back. It was a stupid mistake to even take the job." He picks up a stone and whips it off the cliff and into the ocean. "If I hadn't accepted the hit, I wouldn't have gotten pegged. I don't usually do hits anyway."
Whatever's going on in Cain's thoughts, they seem to pause at the sudden turn in conversation, looking toward Thomas a little more clearly. "... I see. So you were a mercenary yourself, huh?"
Thomas nods absently to the question. "Yeah. Gunnery Sgt. Thomas A. Conlan at your service. Discharged from the Marine Corps in 1997 and I've been a merc ever since. You can call me Syphon though, or even Tommy if you really want to. What do they call you, brother?" Yeah, it's a bit cheesy but there is a sort of comraderie between mercs, unless they're on opposite sides of the fence or going for the same job. But that's neither here nor there.
"Cain Marko. Ex-Wrestler, Ex-Mercernary." It's hard not to smirk about the wrestler bit himself, but the money was decent at the time. "I never really bothered much with guns," he adds. Oh, he had his share of weaponry sent his way, but he didn't need him. He was quite the careful one. No weapons, no bullets to leave something that'd connect him. Quite careful about leaving prints if there was death involved. I was good at what I did, but then I got a contract that'd send me out into the middle of a war, literally. I got a little careless, and got surrounded. Back then I tried to keep as low a profile as I could, so I let them take me and put me away. I got bored after awhile and busted out of there. They had enough inmates in there to try and get ahold of again. I guess I'm one of the ones they /didn't/ catch." A pause... "Call me Cain... Or Juggernaut, if you'd rather." Yeah, probably sounds even stranger than Syphon, but hey, considering his stature and the details regarding his powers, it's quite fitting.
Thomas blinks. "Juggernaut? Interesting. Wait a minute. You said Cain Marko?" A look of recognition flashes over his face. "Yeah, I think I've heard of you while I was working down in Chile about 5 years ago. Didn't you do some work down in Central America for some political type?" He stares at the man in a bit of awe, knowing the name Cain Marko and the legends that go along with it. There's some good stories.
Cain quirks a brow, and is actually brought to chuckle lightly. An uplift in his mood, perhaps? His arms fold lightly at his chest. "Didn't realize I had a reputation." A bit of a joke, really. Even working undercover, it's hard not to get your name passed around in this kind of work. Helps to get word to unexpected clients that can pay you well for services rendered. He finally nods in answer to the question. "I was around there for a little while. Come to think of it, your name did sound a little familiar."
Thomas smiles. "Well it's good to have someone around that knows their way around battle. By the way, I wanted to say thanks for that cover run back at the prison. We probably would have been dropped like a series of bad habits if it wasn't for you. I guess I owe you one." He claps the other man on the arm. "Well, Juggernaut, I need to finish my run here before it gets too dark to see, but we definitely should talk again. I'm sure you've got some good stories to tell." He speaks with a genuine smile, finally able to relax in this place as he realizes the people here aren't all going to jump down his throat like Sabella did.
Cain nods quietly. "Not a problem. Any time." Again he nods, not letting himself take up of Thomas' time on what he needs to get done. He seems content to stay by the cliffs for now, though he's still not planning on jumping off any time soon.
Originally editted and posted by xmm_cain. He rated it PG-13/R and I have to agree. Definite language and species related prejudice. But what can you really expect from a pair of B'hood guys? Backdated to 8/4/05, before the Chrome/Thomas RP.