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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/27/2017 11:42:01 PM
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Mason glanced up from his daydreaming, looking directly at Sam. His ocular implants completed its facial scan in a matter of nanoseconds, cross-referencing the operative with the database he had access to.
"In a place where you have Guardians, Jedi, supersoldiers and everything in between, we take anything."
Levitating drones deployed from their stations and gently grabbed the bloody suit with magnetic fields.
He limped over to Sam and offered his free hand to the Valravyn agent.
"Mason Cartier."
Without word, he lowered his voice to a low whisper.
"When kings die..."
The standard Valravyn confirmation. One began their signature address, the other finished it.
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 12/28/2017 12:43:20 AM"--Ravens rise." Samuel had finished the sentence, confirming he was in fact legitimate. He took Mason's hand and shook it with a strong and firm grasp. "Samuel Weiss." He told Mason as he let go of his hand. Giving one more sweep of the room he focused his gaze on the old man. "Honestly I'm surprised a laundromat hasn't opened up earlier in this piss poor state of a planet. But I'm here for some information, and clothes of course. You wouldn't happen to met any...interesting figures have you?"
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Mason's eyes swept his laundromat, checking if they had enough privacy for their conversation. It seemed they did. "Good to meet you, Samuel Weiss. Mind if I call you Sam? Anyways, I met Mason Grey, one of those immortal fellows with the flying bits of metal that resurrect them. A Guardian, I think. Did a small job and got a decent sum of that programmable matter of theirs... other than that, you're the better half of today's company." The service drones laid out the suit on an immaculate grey table, with a cylindrical machine apparatus descending from the ceiling. Multiple arms extended from it and began mulling over the apparel below it, scanning it with holographic waves of light and creating a 3-D overlay of the original suit over it. "As for the clothes, I can do you some justice. I'm no tailor, but let's just say I have some tricks I learned from my day. The stuff I'm decking your suit out with? Had to cut it myself with industrial water jets."
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"Funny, I've had the displeasure of meeting two while tracking a third and the third one's name had Grey in it as well. This was a long while back though so they might be dead knowing how things work out here. But Sam's fine by me." Sam had commented on the mention of Mason Grey. He never really understood why they stick around even after multiple witch hunts. Granted he was no better by showing his face in Amoridia, now that Hendrickson was out of play he was most likely wanted on charges against humanity. He held a relatively stoic attitude it seemed, probably due to the circumstances mentioned. "But industrial water jets? Must be some fancy stuff you're doing. I'm guessing you're cleaning exoskeletons with that?" He asked Mason with genuine curiosity. Although he usually cleaned his own gear or had a certain friend do it, a professional cleaning was more appealing.
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Mason smiled. A genuine grin, full of passion. This was something that he liked - no, [i]loved[/i] doing judging by the twinkle in his eye. "No Sam, that's what I'm making your [i]actual[/i] suit with. I'm guessing you heard about the Myrrh Bazaar from your time on Amoridia? We've managed to reverse-engineer the stuff that their three-pieces are made out of. The damn fabric of the suit has to be cut with water jets." Tapping a couple buttons on his watch, a holographic display of Samuel's suit appeared in front of him, free of tatters or bloodstains. Suit, dress shirt, pants and tie. The complete set. "Bazaar fabric is cut-proof, pretty bullet-resistant and some of the best stuff for traditionalists like the Bazaar. Stuff hardens on impact like the gel you see in some suits - err, exosuits, I should say. In summary? This stuff puts Bond to shame. Expensive, top-of-the-line and cutting edge. Hell, I'm pretty sure this is just a prototype we snatched from SAD's archives as well. And you, Sam, are the first in line to get it. I'd say you're one of the only field agents who has some actual taste for what they were, so I'm on board with this idea." He tapped his leg brace with his cane. "If I wasn't out of action, I'd say I'd be pretty jealous of you right now. Interfaces with your exo and neuro-link as well, so you can adjust stuff like colour and design easy. I'd also bet that you'd be making Moss jealous if he was here as well. Well, you might know him by Mr. Moss if you met him."
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"I'm aware of the Bazaar. But I believe I may have encountered one of these suits before. A SAD Agent called Tenjin wore one of these now that I think about it." He said as he peered into the hologram with a slight smirk. "I wouldn't say I have...taste. But this is an honor, really. It's tough to acquire gear that keeps you alive and doesn't get shredded in seconds. Especially in such a incognito fashion." Samuel took note of what Mason explained, his exosuit although sleek and form fitting had lacked a reasonable amount of defense against firearms. He recalled the assault on the Obsidian Palace and how the MG emplacement nearly shredded his shoulder. His eyes flitted back to Mason as he leaned back again. "I do not know who this Moss you mention is, granted I've been out of the loop due to...acquiring assets."
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Mason grunted. "Should've expected it with you on the go," he admitted, not taken aback by the fact of Sam 'acquiring assets', "Moss, or Mr. Moss as you'll know him, is an old friend of mine. He usually checks up on day-to-day operations, but it was hard to monitor the Dojo before we set up base here. I'm guessing you'll probably be seeing him too sometime soon." He twisted his watch face and swiping across the air, changing the hologram to a detailed blueprint for some kind of helmet. No, not a helmet - a mask. A metal mimic of a man's face, cold and without any emotion. "Seeing as you've had past history here, we thought it well give you some discrepancy along with a few personal additions. You have your typical filters, various sight modes and whatnot. But in there you have flashbang polarizers, visual cognitohazard-resistants, interfaces that can calculate a target's profile based on appearance and database, and more. I can take any other additions you want and add em right now." Mason shrugged with pride. "Best part of my day is doing this, so don't be afraid of anything."
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"If I meet this Mr. Moss in my travels I suppose it would only be fair if I said hello. I did have a monitoring system for certain individuals using the Dojo's CCTV system to keep an eye on Persons of Interest." He told Mason with reluctance. Sam never really liked sharing important bits of info like that, especially things that could prove to be a major advantage later. However his tone quickly changed when he saw the mask, nodding in approval of it's various features and design. "I do actually have a few concerns and additions I'd like to bring up. Although the mask is a wonderful tool in on itself...it lacks protection to blows from behind and above. Perhaps a hood made of that Myrrh Bazaar stuff would suffice?" He jested, though he did bring up a good point. "My second concern is the visual hazard...I can't even begin to pronounce that but anyways, is that protection from mental attacks or something else?" "As for my additions I'd like to bring up a rather low point in time for Amoridia The Omicron Assault on New Haven. When I had worked as one of the infamous Assets of A.S.F I had been briefed beforehand on a being that manifested 'curses' and the such called the Nuckelavee. When I had served my role as a distraction for it, a titanic shriek had erupted from it's mouth. The resulting shriek had disintegrated enemy armor and weaponry. I am asking you to replicate this through the mask, connected to my left gauntlet's module which coincidentally also uses curses. Is this possible?"
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With an affirmative shrug, Mason I putted a few more keys in his watch's digital keypad. "A hood is an easy supplement to the outfit. Not only that, but one that can also be easily hidden if you just wanna use the suit by itself." A couple more swipes produced images much different from the mask. Arcane patterns and swirls, along with a plethora of diagrams: mech-like armour, mechanical terminals with arcane runes built into its structure, and most importantly some sort of amalgam creature. A ravenous equine with the top half of a man melded to its centre mass. The true Nucklavee. "I heard about that one asset you bagged before all this started. If the database entries are correct - which they should be, since they're all directly from ASF files - then the summoning of a Nucklavee should be compatible. Oh," he added, surprise caught in his eyes, "seems that there's some footnotes. From one of ours, actually. Thaumaturgist notes about proper requirements for a contract." His eyes glanced back up to the terminals, identical to the ones set up to summon the beast on the night of the attack. "It seems that you'll have to have met a certain set of conditions before the summoning. Nothing one of the teams can't do and be on standby for, I guess. As for your gauntlet, perhaps we can emulate some of the beast's power through it, should you choose not to summon the full Nucklavee."
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Samuel nodded to all of this, it was all very good. He was in fact rather eager to try this all out soon. "A hood that can be hidden would be suitable. As far as the populace will be concerned, Asset Heth is deceased. It's best to keep it that way." He said, seemingly talking to himself. It was true after all. Sam did indeed fake his death during the raid. "It's best if we keep the Nuckelavee on standby as a last resort. Let's only hope that any enemy we encounter that requires that doesn't have freshwater. Now onto the fun part: When can I try all this?"
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"Well considering I have arguably the best automated tech available to our organization," A few more drones descended from the ceiling, hovering over to the machine tables who's metal arms were hard at work. "Right now, if you want." Held in another electromagnetic field, the small hovering bots brought two things to Sam - a crisp and clean suit, now liberated from its bloodstains and tatters, and the metal facsimile mask, its hollow eyes staring longingly at where Landeythan's would be soon enough.
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"That I shall do. But you wouldn't happen to have somewhere I could put this on would you?" Sam asked the actually sensible question. [spoiler]really really shitty reply but I realized Sam isn't wearing his exosuit. and he has common sense[/spoiler]
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A few of the drones separated from the others, their lights turning green as they drifted in front of Sam. "The drones will bring you to a change room. Don't worry, no hidden cameras or anything." He smiled, the joke not lost on a member of arguably one of the most secretive organizations in the Dojo.
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He snickered as he grabbed the items and was led by the drones into a room, entering it and shutting it with them outside. Once he did that he immediately changed out of the typical winter gear for the charcoal suit and dress shoes. It fit as expected and was indistinguishable from any other ordinary suit. He did not find a tie necessary for now as he left the suit's jacket unbuttoned. Then it was into the mask which had gave given an uncomfortable presence which would give the light hearted a good fright. It felt like it was staring at him from across the room as he went to pick it up and place it on his face. With a final touch and a bit of patting around he had found the hood and put it over his head. No more was this Samuel Weiss, the contract killer. Replacing him was Landeythan, A Valravyn. He looked at himself from a mirror and found not his face but instead replacing it was a more cold, emotionless one. He found approval in it and then left the room with his winter gear in his arms back to Mason. "It's perfect Mason. Fits like it used to."
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Satisfied, the older man gave a sigh of relief. "Good. While I love all my gadgets here, there are always glitches in any system. It would be a pain in the arse to try and do adjustments again, so I'm glad everything fit." His eyes studied the emotionless mask, inwardly admitting that it was quite offputting. "Don't think you need any fear memetics drawn onto that thing. Already unsettling as it is, if I'm being honest." More unsettling than what he let on. If it weren't for Sam's voice beneath the mask, he would've been liable to draw his hidden weapon just for safety precautions. But he didn't. He was in the midst of an ally, and a grateful one at that. "I'm ex-SAD," he explained, "a quartermaster, I guess you could say. But that doesn't really describe what we did in all honesty. The kind of education you got screened for as well as the kind of stuff you [i]learned...[/i] Amazing stuff. And I'm more than happy we have people like you who'll put my stuff to good use." Unlike his joke from earlier, he sounded completely genuine.
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 1/5/2018 2:29:08 AM"Over my years of being who I am, I've learned that I should appreciate gifts like these. I can only hope that any other [b]customers[/b] you get can do the same as well Mason." Samuel stood still for a moment as he pondered about something. The eeriness of the mix of the mask and silence taking effect almost immediately before he removed the hood and took the mask off. "There are many things one person can learn. I have a proposal for you Mason. What if I told you I had a friend who wishes to learn...more, like you did. His name is Daniel Creed and he's a ex-engineer from a PMC and a general whiz with technology. This can be quite the work doing it single handed, perhaps you could consider hiring him here?"
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His eyes lit up. It often got lonely at Billhook, save for the customers of the Dojo who passed in and out. He never apprenticed anyone at SAD either, retiring early before that could happen. "Send his file to command for the standard screening. If it wasn't for that, I'd say send him over right now. As well as the drones are, it's always good to have a new set of ideas on deck."
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 1/6/2018 5:00:10 AMSamuel nodded as he placed the mask down on the counter and rifled through his winter greatcoat to grab his PDA. With a few presses and some scrolling he had sent the engineer's file to command for review. "Done. You should be getting a new employee if he passes. Once again thank you for the suit and the mask, it was a pleasant surprise." Samuel told Mason as he put the PDA back in it's original spot. He was certainly one of the more kinder people he met in his travels. "Farewell Mason, I'll come here if I need anything that requires your personal touch." [spoiler]End if you want.[/spoiler]
