Riddick's Recruitment (Sherridan)

[riddick]

The Bear's Head, a classy little bar with a specialty in garlic bread. It was a location in which the man who called himself Riddick could be seen spending much of his time, that is of course, when he wasn't doing his particular line of work.

Riddick sat in the back of the bar, away from all of the commotion in the front, too many people, sapiens from what he could tell. So there he was, all back of the bus munching on garlic bread and drinking a beer. Which by the way, was not a good combo if you were trying to impress a girl.

Riddick's attire consisted of his usual, a black muscle shirt and dark cargo pants, complete with combat boots. And of course, you couldn't forget the dark welder's goggles, a must have for a mutant with shined eyes.

He half hoped the Master of Magnetism would waltz in so he could get in with the Brotherhood. Ever since he had seen that special news broadcast about their re-emergence into the world, he had been interested in what they had to say.

Oh, well...

Maybe someone else exciting would come in.

Maybe.

[Sherridan Kaine]

Sherridan is now in a very elegant, black Armani suit, one of those that would probably send anyone bellow millionaire standard into straight-out bankruptcy. His hair is messy, however, and even though he lets out an impression of a friendly diplomat, he is more in the mind setting of an extremely pissed off murderer. He walks into the bar, and sits somewhere near the back. His overall appearance would not give the impression that he is a mutant, but simply your classic snob, although with hairy hands.

Well, too bad that his right hand is coated in blood. In someone else's blood. Damn that moron, he had to try and stop me. I messed up my suit now... he thinks, looking at the stained sleeve. It was supposed to be a simple diplomatic mission- get a small chain of hardware stores to join one of his large hardware shop chains. But the guy threatened Sherridan with a shotgun. Too bad the thing couldn't be reloaded as fast as Sherridan could go through the man's chest with his claws.

The waiter comes, looking at Sherridan with a mixture of disapproval, fear, and confusion. "Give me your strongest drink, some garlic bread, a tub of pure alcohol, and a rag." he orders, replacing the man's weird look with one of supreme kindness and willingness to serve by using a $100 bill.

[riddick]

As if to answer Riddick's silent plea, a well dressed man had just walked in. Riddick noticed that the man's right hand was coated in blood, perhaps he had just done some dirty work?

The man proceeded to the back, very close to where Riddick sat. The waiter had just come to take the man's order, which, once he gave it, was very strange indeed. Riddick caught the words: "Give me your strongest drink, some garlic bread, a tub of pure alcohol, and a rag."

Hmmm....just what had this guy been up to? Riddick assumed the man wasn't too pressed for money, judging from the way he just handed out a one hundred dollar bill to a waiter.

He decided that he was bored enough to strike up a conversation with this guy.

Riddick addressed the guy.

"So, what brings a nice dressed guy like you here?"

[Sherridan Kaine]

Sherridan looks at the direction of the guy who addresses him. Nothing out of the usual, considering all the weirdos that come into all the bars in town. OK, so maybe some light conversation will get his mind off things. Not that there are too many things to keep his mind off of, though.

"Death." he answers simply, knowing that the guy noticed the blood. Sherridan is no mood for diplomatic games right now, so he decides to do this one conversation straight, no winding, mysterious, misleading phrases that lead to more than one answer.

The waiter comes and gives everything as asked, once more weirded out, but this time with a hint of greed in his eyes. Perhaps if he plays the wondering dope for a while, he'll extract some money from this rich son of a bitch?

"If you go on looking at me like that, expect your own contribution to the state of my hand." Sherridan says cooley, starting to wash his hand off. After only two brushes, the alcohol is already fully red with the blood. Damn, that guy bled more than I though. Must've hit the heart or something. he thinks.

"Damn" he says out loud, commenting the same observation.

[riddick]

In response to his question, the stranger simply answered: "Death."

Hmm...well he isn't worried about getting caught, money must be pretty powerful. thought Riddick.

Riddick wondered who the unlucky soul was, but was more interested in this guy. Blood on his hand? Couldn't have been a gun shot...was he saying he killed someone with his bare hands? No, perhaps this guy had a blade.

The eight o' clock news popped on one of the large televisions housed in the bar. Something about mutant menaces. Riddick decided to test something.

"Damn mutants, wish they would all get locked up"

Now, hopefully if he was right, this guy would either agree, making him sapien, or something else would be said, making him superior.

The waiter returned with the guy's order and he heard the man say something that sounded harsh.

[Sherridan Kaine]

Sherridan, upon hearing the man's opinion on mutants, lets out a very heavy sigh. One that has a feeling of a general lack of energy and/or will. "Why did you have to go and say that? Can't you see that I just finished washing my hands?" he says to the man, putting his rag down and taking a sip of the drink. Not that strong after all. Quantity over quality is the rule in this bar.

Then, for a moment, several thoughts flash through his mind. Good thing that he wasn't that drunk just yet. Being a trained, professional, and possibly best diplomat in New York, he recognizes the question. Or, rather, its real purpose.

"So what is your power then?" he asks next, his voice back in the usual cool, calculated, emotionless tone, his eyes transfixing the man with an ice-cold glare, amplified by their light blue color.

[riddick]

"Why did you have to go and say that? Can't you see that I just finished washing my hands?

For a moment it seemed as if the man didn't get Riddick's drift.

Then he continued:

"So what is your power then?"

Riddick smiled at the question. So this guy had gotten the hidden message behind Riddick's words. Good.

He pulled up his goggles to reveal his glowing eyes, which were amplified even more by the darkness of his corner in the back of the bar. Now everything appeared in varying degrees of pink and white.

"And some say I have a special....affinity for blades"

As if to make his point he pulled out a knife and spun it around his hand a few times.

"So, how about you Mr.....?"

[Sherridan Kaine]

Sherridan looks at the eyes of the mutant sitting near him. That and an affinity for blades? Interesting. It's sort of a semi-artificial version of Sherridan's powers. Or at least part of them. The cat's ability to see in the dark, and the fact that every single cat is proficient with it's claws could be identified as parallels to the guy's own power, although slightly modified.

He puts his hand so that only the mutant can see, and then pulls out five extremely sharp, very long, and superbly dangerous claws from his finger tips. "Let's say that this will be enough for the moment." he says, turning to face the guy now.

"Names usually spoil things, but you can call me Ferus. Or Silent Hunter, whichever you prefer." once again, the game starts. Sherridan tells the guy his real name along with the one given to him by the media, who covered new deaths in the city every night, all of them having the signature moves of the Silent Hunter. "Actually, scratch that, you can only call me Ferus, the other name is simply for reference." he adds after a few seconds.

[riddick]

Riddick's eyes widen when he sees Sherridan and his claws. Whoa, no wonder the guy is covered in blood.

"Let's say that this will be enough for the moment."

And, the claws aren't his only mutation? This guy has got to be dangerous. Riddick thinks he better watch himself around this cat. (No pun intended)

In response to Riddick's question of his name, the mutant simply answers:

"Names usually spoil things, but you can call me Ferus. Or Silent Hunter, whichever you prefer."

And then:

"Actually, scratch that, you can only call me Ferus, the other name is simply for reference."

"Okay, Ferus. Have you heard the news? The Brotherhood is back, and I'm thinkin' about joining up with 'em. Do you happen to know where I can find them?"

Riddick twirls his blade around his fingers, waiting for Ferus' reply.

[Sherridan Kaine]

"How far are you willing to go to accomplish the cause?" Sherridan asks, remembering his own recruitment. Magneto personally did that one, and Sherridan had a slight idea of what he should ask.

So his eyes are now scanning the man's moves, every single one, reading the body language in the same way he is listening to his words, the tone of voice, determining the truthfulness of the man's intentions.

Or perhaps it's just his over-careful side showing up again? In any case, this conversation is intended to go slowly, and take a while, as in the same way two countries at war first see where they stand exactly.

[riddick]

"How far are you willing to go to accomplish the cause?"

Riddick's head jerks ever so slightly at Ferus' question. Is this man in with the Brotherhood? Does he know things Riddick does not? There's no way to know.

"Hmm...I guess I'm willing to do just about anything."

Riddick feels Ferus' eyes on him, as if he's trying to get a read on him. Interesting.

"Why, do you have connections?"

This guy could be my ticket to the Brotherhood. I'd better play my cards right.

He sips his beverage and pops another piece of garlic bread into his mouth. After a moment, he sticks his shiv back into its place, a little holster tagged onto his cargo pants.

[Sherridan Kaine]

"You are either prepared, or not, you can't just guess you are." Sherridan replies with a slight sigh. He takes some more of the alcohol and puts another bread in his mouth as well. Then, the guy asks a question.

"I don't know, I might be able to do something..." he says, his voice and eyes as convincing as always, a product of a long carrier of diplomacy, the art of civilized lying and compromises. He is not going to let onto the fact that he is part of the Brotherhood just yet, these things take time.

[riddick]

"You are either prepared, or not, you can't just guess you are."

Riddick takes in Ferus' words and thinks for a moment before responding. He supposed he was prepared, but he had to be sure. Was he....?

Yeah.

"I'm prepared to do anything, Ferus, just tell me what I have to do."

"I don't know, I might be able to do something..."

Excellent.

[Sherridan Kaine]

Sherridan takes in everything about the guy before, while, and after he answers the question. OK, so he is ready to do anything. Just the type Magneto needs. I should recruit him shouldn't I? Let's just take it a bit further, I don't want anyone crazy entering the Brotherhood. he thinks. Sherridan never did like competition.

"So tell me a bit about yourself. First, we could start with your name. Or what you like to be called." he asks, taking another sip of his drink. Not nearly as strong as that thing Jay made at Nancy's, but it would have to do, and it was nicely topped with the garlic bread, so everything worked out. Didn't it?

Mostly, anyways, considering all the psychic problem he has accumulated over the years, not really wanting to pay any attention to them, killing humans cold-blooded every night. Sherridan didn't have any mental problems, and anyone contradicting him would end up in a pile of mud and their own blood. That was quite logical. At least in the way Ferus thought.

[riddick]

"So tell me a bit about yourself. First, we could start with your name. Or what you like to be called."

Riddick sits for a moment before he answers, keeping it cool.

"I go by Riddick" he replies, taking a sip of beer. He can't remember how he acquired this alias, it was sometime ago. His real name was Ryan Webb, where did you get Riddick out of that?

He supposed it was just one of those things that couldn't be explained. But, to him, the name had a certain feel to it, so he kept it. Odd, maybe, but then again the whole world was odd in it's own right.

"I've got plenty of time, ask away"