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12/9/2015 4:06:07 AM
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He looked at it. That had just appeared.
"What.... How... That wasn't there..."
He looks around, tuning all his strong senses in, attempting to hear, or see anything. He looks back at the symbol, slowing walking to it.
"What are you...."
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Like the mouth of the bugblatter beast of Traal, Ryker was somehow sucked inside of the wall as soon as his hand brushed into contact with the paint. And suddenly... Dark. He couldn't feel, see, taste or smell anything. But he could hear. Confusion. Disarray. It seems that, out of pure luck, he had broken the security system. Huh.
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"Whoa!" Ryker just kinda floats there, listening. "What.... On earth...?"
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Seems their thoughts were equally as curious. [i]"how the hell did he enter here?!"[/i] Asked a deep, raspy voice. A man's, obviously. "How should I even know?! What, expected me to lock the door behind me?" The woman who said that asked the last question with a touch of sarcasm.
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Ryker didn't know what to do. "Uh... Hello?! Who's there?" He looks around, his scanners not picking up anything.
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His vision clears out, revealing a pleasant face staring right into him. Curly blonde hair, shining green eyes, the young woman looked into him as if she could see the man underneath the armour. Her face seemed awfully familiar, especially for someone that seemed as young as she did. She didn't say anything, but simply looked at him.
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Ryker froze. Was.... She had just disappeared. "Oh my god.... Ellie?" His helmet came down to reveal his blue eyes, watering with tears. "Ellie is it you?"
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"Rose... Step away." The woman in the red leather jacket was now standing above Ryker, pointing the most peculiar weapon down at him. She used her free hand to take hold of the girl named Rose, and moved her away from him. It was only then he noticed who else was in the room. Apart from the other jacketed man, rocking a spiky blonde hair, welding goggles atop his forehead and blue bandana around his neck, matching the deep blue colour of his jacket, the room was containing a, well, a tiger-man. No, really. The burly humanoid tiger stared down the newcomer with his piercing yellow feline eyes, muscular arms crossed. Oh, and let's not forget the red-eyed, red haired woman pointing a gun at him, and the young woman resembling his lost companion in a most peculiar way. The "red woman" knocked his attention back to her with her words. "Two questions: who are you, and how did you get here. And no sudden moves. That's unless you want your atoms scattered around the room."
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Ryker knew he couldn't take all of them, and he didn't want to, so he complied. "My name is Ryker.... Ryker Evans.... All I did to get here was touch that sign on the wall...." He raises his hands, no weapons or anything in them.
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[i]"something must be wrong with the biometric scanner. Again."[/i] Said the blonde-haired man. [i]"next time, sis, use the back door."[/i] He said, looking at the red woman as he suddenly disappeared in a blue cloud, reappearing right next to the invisible doorway.
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"What.... What is this place?" Ryker looks around, confused. "Who are you people?- How did I get here?!"
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"I ask the questions, stranger. How did you find this place?" The red-eyed woman stared through him coldly. But his eyes diverted back to the blonde girl. Why was she familiar? There was something so peculiar about her... whenever he looked at her, a sound rang at the back of his mind, a drumbeat, four beats in rapid succession. Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap. It never failed to return. It sounded distant, yet so present at the same time...
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"I just.... I tapped on that... Sigil thing...." He motions with his head backwards. "Look I'm not here to hurt you people... I don't even know who you are..."
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"You don't? Dammit..." Said a new feminine voice. This one sounded exotic, with a lovely accent Ryker was unable to tell the origin of. But it did sound somewhat of a French accent. A feline woman, much like the other burly feline, walked into the room, which triggered a particularly protective look on the male's face. Siblings, perhaps. Definitely his younger sister. "Those damned G-men always hiding the truth... Look, here's the story. Rose, you got the floor." The names Rose started to speak, in a voice that was very similar to Eleanor's. A sister, perhaps? Or an extreme coincidence... [i]"we are Torchwood. We built our group after the Torchwood Institute, formed by the British government thousands and thousands of years ago. We're here to protect the people from threats of the unknown, or, at least, the ones our dear government hides from it's population. We're the bane of every inquisitor in existence. Because we do their job properly. And if you ever think of selling us out, don't think we didn't think up a fail safe. We're an organization that wants to do good, if only we had the means... But we manage with what we can salvage, and by random donations by generous people here and there. But even then, it might not be enough..."[/i]
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"You people seem like you do this for a worthy cause.... I like it." He smiles.
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Edited by Shadlezz: 12/10/2015 4:33:47 AM[i]"Problem is, the people in power keep trying to shut us up, impeding our progress with the people. We work in the shadows, which means we have to work with what we can manage..."[/i] Her head turns away, visibly frustrated to admit such a weakness.
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"I..... Could help you....." He suggests it, shrugging.
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"Help us how? I hope you understand the implications of becoming a Torchwood supporter." Says the feline man, not even bothering to look at him.
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"What, being hated? I'm hated by more organizations than you can imagine due to my, well shall we say ruthless business tactics. Governments think I'm so unhinged dangerous vigilante in this suit when I just help people. He smiles, chuckling. "Trust me, I'm good."
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"well then. Welcome to Torchwood. I'm Magister." Said the red girl. "blonde grease monkey over there is my brother, Hunter." The one named Hunter simply nodded to Ryker. "over there is Prowler, and his sister, Charmer." Both of the feline characters responded to him with either a wave or a nod. "and you've met little miss speech over here, we call her Leaper." The blonde girl smiled and nodded to him. [i]"So, here you have it. Torchwood. By the suit and your reputation, you're going to be Fixer,"[/i] said Leaper.
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"Fixer? Why the code name?" Ryker smiles. "Secrecy I assume."
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[i]"Secrecy indeed. Now then, everyone, back to work."[/i] And with that, they all scrambled back to their various occupations.
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"So uh.... What do I do..." Ryker stood awkwardly, unsure.
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His instinct told him that he should perhaps follow Leaper, seeing as she is a practically perfect copy of his lover. Just a hunch.
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He follows Leaper, a little apprehensive. "So uh.... What does everybody do here?"
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[i]"Depends. We do a bit of everything, but some of us are specialized. Charmer is our information gatherer, prowler is our heavy support, Hunter is a technician and our escape specialist, you should talk with him. He'll show you what needs fixing. Magister is our field specialist, while I do a bit of everything."[/i]
