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 Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 10:59 pm
When word had gotten to him about Tag doing interviews he'd been rather intrigued. It was a very interesting idea and it could most definitely pan out well for the Negaverse, gain them support of the civilian populace of the city. It really was quite a good idea. He'd found a round about way to let Tag know he was interested in helping and asking the elder agent for the particulars, the when and where. He didn't inquire as to the questions he'd be asked, he wasn't worried about that really. He figured whatever was asked would be asked in such a way that it would make the Negaverse look as good as possible, after all Tag wasn't about to make them look bad or ask the General something which would make them look bad.
So it was with confidence in Tag, and his abilities, that Alexandre turned up at the designated building. The stairs were a pain to climb but he did manage it, glad for the water bottle he had decided to bring with him. He didn't know how much talking he'd be doing, or not doing, and had thought ahead. When he finally reached the proper floor he knocked on the door before stepping into the room. Dressed in dark jeans, guuci boots, a military style peacoat, and a blackwatch tartan patterned scarf about his neck the blond glanced around.
"Nice set up. I wasn't expecting something quite so nice." He'd actually been expecting two chairs and a single camera. Something rather...sub par. But he supposed this being Tag he should have expected something better, like he was seeing. The scarf was unwound and the coat unbuttoned. The shirt under it was a nice black turtleneck. It fit his slender form nicely and left him wearing all black. His hair tied back, for now, once he powered up he knew his hair would be loose and about his face.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 11:37 pm
It had been a long time since Tag had seen Alexandre. Sure, he had seen Benitoite at some mass events for the organization, but it felt like it had been ages since the two have had one on one time with each other. Although Tag typically found teenagers to be a variety of person that he would like to punch in the throat, he didnt' feel that compulsion with Benitoite. "Please, it's me, Tag Swagger," he grinned. "I don't half-a** s**t. Everything I do is nice." He looked around with pride until his eyes fell on Keith, his dead cameraman propped alive by a youma inside of him. "Just ignore the cameraman. He's disgusting." Keith made an unattractive noise as a piece of nose skin slid right off and splatted onto the dusty floor. "Why don't you power up and we can get started," he suggested, pointing to one of the two chairs as he sat down in his own seat. "We'll need you in your powered form for this."
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 11:43 pm
Laughing he shook his head. "Indeed. You are correct,. Though I suspect it was the location which clouded my thoughts on what to expect. This isn't exactly a normal studio, not that it could be, and it's hardly in a good part of town." Although this wasn't a bad part of the city either. It was just...dead.
"Should I even inquire as to what happened to him? He looks like he stepped out of a bad zombie movie." Wrinkling his nose in distaste at the rather unsightly creature, it certainly wasn't human anymore.
"Though I fear if I do ask I might find myself sick." And that wouldn't be very good either, not right now at least. He could ask, maybe, later when this interview was done.
"Of course. I wouldn't like to give away my civilian identity. I don't need mother or her clients finding out. That would make quite the stir among the social elite." As he spoke he walked toward the stage, and his seat, powering up as he moved. The coat and cape moving behind him he took to the stage and sat himself down, being sure he sat on neither his coat nor the cape. He knew better than to do that, it got very uncomfortable trying to bend when you were sitting on such things.
"Alright, lets get started." He really wasn't nervous, not in the least.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 12:00 am
"One moment," Tag said as he hurried out of his seat to press the record button on the camera. He had nearly forgotten that Keith couldn't do that on his own. He didn't have very high brain function - or motor function, really. He then hurried back to his seat and began. "Why don't we begin with you telling me a little bit about yourself," he started in his serious, professional tone, asking the first questions to lead in the interview. "What do you call yourself and who are you?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 12:09 am
Leaning back in his seat, getting comfortable, one leg crossed over the other. His blond hair brushed away from his face. Well, here goes nothing. It was time to do his best and help Tag and help the Negaverse, though he was working on his own plans as well. "Thank you for arranging for this meeting Mr. Swagger." And thank you for planning such a nice little plot. It was a good idea, a very good one.
Laughing he flashed a small but brilliant smile at Tag. "I'm called Benitoite and hold the rank of General. I'm a vigilantly." The pride he always felt over being a Negaverse agent leaked through as he spoke. He really was a proud member but normally he could bottle of most of his feelings. Right now though was not the time for such, so he didn't.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 8:35 pm
Sleet Tempest Snape Huge apologies for delay! I've been on a bit of an RP hiatus that I am just coming off. "A General, you say? Tell me more about that, and what makes you a vigilante. The word vigilante isn't always the most comforting, but in these dark times that Destiny City is facing, what makes you the good guys? Why should we put our trust in the vigilantes rather than the police?" he asked. He leaned in briefly and whispered as an aside to Benitoite. "You don't need to answer all of these questions, but answer as much as you would like. This is all going to be edited in the end."
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 8:50 pm
The questions for a moment seemed impossible to fully answer, how to answer about being a General? It wasn't that he didn't know how to define the word, it was a rank after all and fairly obvious, but how to describe what he did and how he'd earned his rank. That was where the issue came in, he couldn't go and mention killing and powers and a hand going into his chest, there were simply too many odd things involved. Shaking his head mentally, he really didn't want to give way his feelings, he smiled at the other as he heard those softly spoken words.
Calmed and reassured he found his voice and set about answering the others questions. "What makes me a vigilante is simple. A simple want; and need really to help the people of this city. It's obvious the cops won't do anything. The few times they are around they seem to simply stand there waiting. They should be taking action rather than standing there. These people are terrorists, in the most basic sense of the term - they cause terror amongst people anywhere and everywhere in this city." As he spoke his voice picked up in volume, though never reached shouting or yelling volume, and filled with confidence and conviction.
"It's because the cops have done nothing - and we have - that trust should be placed in us. We have shown, I hope people have seen, that we know how to handle these terrorists and are willing to make the sacrifices in order to do so." His voice had lowered again at the mentioning of sacrifices. Perhaps his voice even gained a note of...sadness or something. He was hoping he could act well enough, he did enough acting at social events as a civilian, now was the time to put whatever acting talent he had to use.
"I think - I think that the word vigilante in this case is one which should give comfort to people. I know, I hope it does, because we are out here working to protect the people." Finishing he sat silent and waiting,. His hands folded in his lap as he shifted to lean forward in his seat. He didn't want to seem too cold, to aloof, and just unapproachable.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 5:38 pm
Tag smiled as he crossed one leg over the other's knee. "You spoke of knowing how to handle these terrorists in a way that the police do not. The terrorists are such an unknown entity to the public, do you know much about them? Who are they and what is their purpose?" he asked, with a nod to the General to feel free to answer the questions. He then spoke in a soft whisper, "Just don't mention aliens or magic if you can avoid it, then you'll just sound crazy to the public."
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 5:51 pm
Cracking a smile, and even a soft burst of laughter, at the others whispered words. Deciding to nod to the other, as way of acknowledging both question and comment. "Not as much as I'd like - I'd like to know where they live to be quite honest. If we knew that it would be much easier to handle them. But I fear we lack such information." Making a show of seeming put out about it. Killing them in their sleep wouldn't be entertaining really. He'd much rather do it in the middle of some battle, plus it made it more of a rush.
"We know enough to know that their purpose is to disturb the peace and to disrupt things enough they can take over slowly. Not something which is likely to happen but the fact they are trying, and how they are doing it, is what we must stop." The general was hoping to make the other side sound insane - thinking they could take over. He just hoped it worked and made them seem as bad as they were, minus the aliens and magic and such.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 6:05 pm
"And yet, if I understand right, there are former...what are these terrorists called? Senshi, if the rumors are correct? The are former Senshi who have joined you in the group of vigilantes to fight the just cause of defending this city from these terrorists. Is that accurate?" he questioned.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 6:27 pm
Smiling, something genuine which reached his eyes, the blond nodded his head. "Indeed. Some have left the terrorists and joined our side. It's good to know that some of them have seen the true nature of their previous actions; and joined us in fighting for the good of all." It was all very good, if only more would join them. It reminded him that he still wanted to find that senshi of spiders and turn him. But he hadn't thought of that in such a long time.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 6:55 pm
"Thank you, you've been great so far. Lastly, is there any message you would like to send out - either to the citizens of Destiny City, the victims of the Senshi crimes, or to the terrorists themselves? Something that you would like to be known," he suggested.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 7:08 pm
"Nothing to thank me for - people need to hear the truth and know what's going on. this is their city after all." Smiling lightly he nodded his head and focused directly on the camera. "I would actually. I'd like to tell the people of this city to have faith in us and in us removing these terrorists from tour city. For the terrorists I'd like to tell them to either join us or they will meet their end - one way or another. We won't allow them to continue on as they have - we cannot." Turning from the camera he let himself smile further to the other blond. This really was a good idea. This would surely turn and sway the opinion of civilians. How could it now?
"Thank you for this interview, Mr. Swagger. It's good to be able to get our words out to the people."
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 8:11 pm
"And cut," Tag said as he rose from his seat, heading swiftly towards the drooling decaying youma-infested human that was once his cameraman Keith, and pressed off the record button on the camera. "Thanks again for stopping by. Feel free to grab whatever you want from the snack table on your way out. And if you any further questions about this project, now would be the time to ask. I'll be taking my editing notes tonight."
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 8:45 pm
As that word cut escaped the others lips Benitoite was up and powering down. Following a step or two behind Tag. Blond hair was brushed from his face as he once more gave a disgusted look to Keith. "No, no questions. I must say that this is quite the idea. When I heard about it I decided I needed to try and help - I hope what I've given helps in some manner." Small or large he hoped he could help. Furthering the cause of the Negaverse was important to the teen.
"Aside from that it's also been awhile since I've seen you. How have you been?"
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