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Post by Mierin on Jan 10, 2022 22:42:04 GMT -5
Ew Sentry subtly leans back with the same polite expression on her face. "No, thank you. I'm fine." Sentry replies. She realizes that many women must find Powell attractive but there was something that she just didn't trust, so she had a hard time with the idea. Starting to head out through the window she had come in, Sentry says, "Please excuse me, I must be on my way." Unless Powell has something else to say, Sentry will leave and fly toward the meeting.
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Post by doc on Jan 11, 2022 11:23:43 GMT -5
The Hunter saw no signs of any kind of trap or ambush as he made his way to the Theater, though occasionally he caught the scent of the same aftershave that "Orton" had worn earlier in the evening. He was perched on the rooftop of the building behind the theater when he felt an impact behind him. He turned to see the Tank had arrived. And then above him, the Sentry hovered like an angel of judgement.
The Sentry recognized the Tank from earlier in the evening, and guessed that the figure in the green and black outfit was the other gentleman she had encountered.
Tank took a moment to realize the new figure was the Hunter; it couldn't have been anyone else at this hour. Immediately he noted that whoever had designed the outfit wasn't from his Uncle Lex's circle of friends, but that it was well designed, suggesting significant resources.
Before any of the three could exchange a word, the back door to the theater opened, red light illuminating the alley as you could hear the sound of a brass gong.
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Post by yendorj on Jan 18, 2022 8:00:58 GMT -5
"Crows. Humoring the request."
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Post by dakota on Feb 6, 2022 8:39:42 GMT -5
Not expecting to arrive first, Tank acknowledged the Hunter before his attention turned to the gong sound as the door opened. One step closer, he stopped as no one appeared in the red light escaping from inside. "Never hear the end of this if I'm walking into a trap." He sputtered lowly
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Post by Mierin on Feb 6, 2022 22:55:37 GMT -5
Landing lightly on the ground, Sentry nods in greeting at Tank and the Hunter. "Good evening." She's about to tell them about her visit with Powell but frowns when the door opens, and a gong goes off. What in the world is that? Sentry wonders to herself, getting ready to defend herself, if necessary.
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Post by doc on Feb 7, 2022 7:07:45 GMT -5
There was a chuckle as the midnight blue costume of the Concerned Citizen framed the doorway. "Forgive me; the Detective always said I was a bit too...theatrical." He looked over the three. "I'm glad you could make it. Please, enter. We have much to discuss."
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Post by yendorj on Feb 15, 2022 6:19:42 GMT -5
Nods to both. "Glad to see you're both still up and about."
<Gong? Really?> Shrugs it off following inside.
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Post by Mierin on Feb 21, 2022 19:25:52 GMT -5
Sentry shakes her head. What is with humans and their need to be theatrical? Sentry simply nods and says, "Yes, we do. Let's get this meeting started." Sentry heads inside with the others.
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Post by dakota on Feb 25, 2022 21:05:38 GMT -5
Alex merely nodded as The Concerned Citizen apologized for his antics, but said nothing. Instead, he hesitated a moment before following the others inside, though he could not help a look around behind them in case there were any others coming.
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Post by doc on Feb 27, 2022 8:32:32 GMT -5
You enter through the door and after a brief walk in the darkness, you find yourselves on the stage, with the lights nearly flooding your eyes.
Despite the brightness, you can see the rest of the theatre is dimly lit, and the wood panelling on the walls was brightly painted, but has begun to fade. The seats are equally comfortable if a bit old; this place hadn't been given much renewal since the Depression had ended and was starting to show its age.
The Concerned Citizen stepped between you and the lights, creating a near pitch-black silhouette. "Tonight we stopped a plot by Axis sympathizers; it will not be the last." He raises a fist. "This is merely the beginning, and before long, Washington will have no choice but to join the war in the Pacific and Europe. I believe that those like us have a part to play in all of this. That we should make the choices not as individuals, but as a group."
He took a few steps forward. "I am not like some of you; I have no special powers." Sentry could feel his eyes linger on her for a moment. "But I was trained by the greatest detective of all time. I have an intuition for criminality and evil and the drive to seek it out and the wit to survive it. I wish to work with all of you." He reached up to his cowl. "But I realize that earning that respect requires trust, and I have not be truthful with you, until now."
He pulled it off. "Tonight you met me in one of my disguises as Randy Orton." He stepped forward so you could now see the outline of his face; he was an Asian man in his late 20s with a lantern jaw and the same deep eyes you saw with Orton (PB: 13). "My name is Johnny Wong, I own this theatre and the Peking Opera group that plays here. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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Post by Mierin on Mar 10, 2022 20:35:29 GMT -5
Sentry nods at Johnny Wong with a polite smile. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wong." For the moment, Sentry doesn't reveal her identity, feeling it was too soon. "You called this meeting with us? For what purpose?"
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Post by yendorj on Mar 12, 2022 6:36:32 GMT -5
Nods. "Impressive. Though need to make sure you keep the camouflage thick between assets."
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Post by dakota on Mar 15, 2022 15:12:35 GMT -5
Alex folded his arms and scowled to try to hide that he felt out of place as he let Citizen speak. "Sentry is right. The war brewing in Europe is, for the most part, is now our concern. We are the protectors of this city against whoever needs to be stopped, including the Axis forces. Washington cares little about our city, and if they get involved in the war, that is the Army's place." He replied flatly, cursing himself for echoing his uncle's sentiments.
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Post by doc on Mar 20, 2022 7:25:50 GMT -5
Wong tried to contain his emotions, but his eyes drooped slightly. "I...was hoping we could work together, as a united front against whatever may come. Criminal, Axis, or otherwise. I do believe that forces are in motion that will bring us into the war effort, and I thought it best to speak with those...like us." He replaced the cowl. "Is this of any interest to you?"
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Post by yendorj on Mar 21, 2022 20:46:21 GMT -5
"Where there's hunting, I'll hunt." Looks to Sentry and Alex. "True, no one really cares about the city, on a governmental level, unless politics are involved. Though we should keep our options open with this. Not all fighting for the war has to be <b>in</b> the military. Axis operations in our city? Our problem. Enemy operations, whether criminal or national, in this city? Our problem. Honestly we cannot write off helping the war in some way, even if it's local." Grimly chuckles. "I'm against people who would use this city as a supply depot or training center, if the cause is wrong." Holds up a hand. "That's determined by your own compass, internal monologues and morals, not an external one."
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