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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:15 pm
They came around the corner to see Host-Agent R.
"Not much time," he said quickly. "But seeing as you're about to go train," he looked meaningfully at the two Host-Agents, "then I'd like you to take Mr. Brahms with you. He's at the training room."
Then he turned and headed out. The Host-Agents recalled that he had an important mission elsewhere.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:25 pm
Agent A nodded towards R. A knew that R had a mission, but still, to be able to check in on them was unusual. Then again, Agent R does dislike the Hosts a lot. Perhaps it's more to do with wanting them dead than checking in on our allies. "Shall we continue to the training room? It seems we have Mr. Brahms waiting."
Adela looked at Schraeder with a small smile. "It's a little big, but it's a nice jacket. Thanks for lending it to me." Indeed the sleeves when past her knuckles, but hey, it kept her warm and decent. "At least now I'm not showing off my stomach anymore," she said embarrassed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:30 pm
Schraeder smiled. "Glad you like it."
They arrived outside of the training room to find a lone man waiting for them. He wore slacks and an Oxford shirt, untucked and with the sleeves rolled up, and a loose tie. The shirt was pale green, the tie was gold, and the slacks black.
He stood and smiled at them. "Hello," he said with a slight British accent. "Johann Brahms. A pleasure, I'm sure." Then he smiled a smile so sincere and pure that none of them could resist smiling or instantly liking the man.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:36 pm
... Except Agent M, the bitter arrogant b*****d.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:51 pm
Adela smiled, "I'm Adela. Nice to meet you, too." He seemed like a nice guy. "What brings you here?" The Agents, she knew were there to help. What about this man? He didn't seem like an Agent.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 7:54 am
"Ahh," Johann said, tapping his nose. "I see that good Agent R has yet to introduce me. I am a Host in the program. I am told that you have encountered the Hosts that were ejected from the program; I knew them back when they were still training."
As he spoke, his right arm morphed into the familiar shape of the biotic gun. "I train directly under Host-Agent R," he said, though instead of sounding like bragging, it came across as bashful.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 12:18 pm
Xu jumped, his eyes flared open in surprise when he saw the man's arm morph into a gun. "His arm!" Xu gasped quietly. Regaining his composure, Xu examined the man. His aura...bear similar resemblance to the two Agents. So they're called Host-Agents...And this is what they are capable of..
Xu took a step back, still slightly unnerved. His palm rested on the flap of his bag. Clearing his throat, he spoke "So, Mr. Brahms, may you enlighten us to the reason you are here?" His eyes were fixed on Mr. Brahms, reading for any signs in the man's tone and body language.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:12 pm
"His arm," Agent M agreed, holding up the slaughterfists he'd had for a solid minute or so now.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 8:07 pm
"Please, call me Johann," he said pleasantly. "Did R not tell you folks that I'll be joining you for some training? I certainly look forward to meeting you all; the best introductions are made on the battlefield."
With that, he went into the training gym, which was a series of padded and hard floors, and padded walls. The ceiling was about 30 yards high, Schraeder noted with a grin. It was maybe 60 yards across and 40 yards deep.
It was big.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 1:10 pm
Since no one was really moving or anything, Schraeder decided to take Johann's advice and "get to know him."
With a quick blink, Schraeder was above; falling; blink - he was in front of Johann, fist a blur as he moved at terminal velocity. What happened next was surprising.
The Host gasped softly, an inaudible-to-all-but-Schraeder, "Oh my!" escaping his lips. Schraeder grinned in triumph, but it was premature. This became clear as Johann moved so quickly and so fluidly that Schraeder feared he had been caught in one of Jon's timespheres.
The Host bent back at the waist and twisted, such that Schraeder's punch went over Johann's shoulder. In that moment, Schraeder realized the problem with his Terminal Velocity attacks: they were powerful, fast, and very hard to predict or see coming. But they were also at terminal velocity; and when they were avoided, Schraeder would have trouble stopping.
Johann slid a hand expertly under Schraeder's armpit and grabbed his pants with the other. Barely a light heft, combined with the Eve's momentum, and Schraeder went flying a solid 12 yards into the padded wall. He slid to the ground, coughing.
"I suppose we shall begin, then?" Johann said pleasantly, looking at the others.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 2:22 pm
Xu saw Schraeder disappear, and reappear above Johann. Warping ability; that or incredible speed, Xu suspected. So we make the first move.... What happened next also surprised Xu.
Xu saw as Schraeder came falling down with blinding speed onto Johann. Then, he disappeared again, reappearing right in front of Johann. A punch was launched. Then Joahann dodged, with the fluidity of seeming to have rehearsed the maneuver several times, and with ease flung Schrader into the far-wall.
Disturbed, Xu scanned his surroundings, looking for anything that he could use as a weapon. Nothing... The room was devoid of any life. No good, I won't be able to use any external powers... Xu assumed a ready position, prepared to move out of the way if anything dangerous comes along. He wouldn't be able to be much of an offensive force, with the environment devoid of any natural life and the experience he has with his abilities.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 3:45 pm
A hand erupted from the ground below Johann, seizing hold of his foot and dragging him down into the shadows as The Thief had been seen to do. A moment later, Johann and Harry appeared at the top of the room, both dropping now, Johann pushed downward before Harry, Harry's left hand resting on Johann's chest, Harry's right cocked into a fist, burning with energy as Lizzie's would be. Maneuverable in a different way; Harry was still powerful.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 6:12 pm
Finnegan whistled a tune and waited patiently for someone to come after him. He began to approach Jon, hands in his pockets.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 6:41 pm
Johann smiled calmly as his arm...no...his arms morphed into the biotic cannons that other Host-Agents had been seen to use. He leveled both of them casually at Harry's chest and head and began to fire on full automatic. A spray of needles were on their way at Harry; falling as they were, he had less than a tenth of a second to move.
Johann appeared unconcerned that they were falling.
In the meantime, Schraeder pulled himself to his feet, groaning. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, then spotted Adela. "A little help?" he called softly to her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 8:44 pm
Adela walked over to Schraeder with a slight smirk. "Aren't we supposed to be fighting each other though?" Still, she held her hands out and healed Schraeder's wounds. "Now don't get too banged up during the match; I may not be able to come help you, depending on who's still fighting and whatnot." She turned to jog off and fight someone else - possibly Xu or Agent M. "Bueno suertes, Schraeder."
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