Post by Warren Worthington III on Oct 15, 2007 16:16:03 GMT
(( OOC: Open to everyone at Beta Site.
The timeline is a little handwavy, but the idea is that this is happening after all the various introductory/arrival threads, and after the various interrogations in the prison, and will lead up to Warren staging an attack on the Northeast Camp to rescue Cannonball and maybe some PCs. The various time-jumped PCs can escape then too, either joining Warren or heading out on their own.))
Also, just to be clear – in Disenchanted future!bob set some flag that Zip checks regularly (several times a day… she’s FAST, and it gives her something to do) and walked outside the range of SHIELD’s psychic defense grid. Zip notified Elliot, who contacted Bob, who hooked her up with Warren. This is Warren & Bob’s usual arrangement so they can communicate without anyone but Elliot knowing.
I know, nobody really cares. But explaining it makes me feel better. )) [/b]
When Warren first ended up in charge of this little Brotherhood cell, he used to spend hours agonizing over decisions, knowing any little mistake of his could get them all killed.
He hasn’t done that in years. It’s not that he’s any more confident about his decisions than he used to be, or that the stakes are any lower, it’s that he’s learned that agonizing about it doesn’t lead to better decisions… the mistake he makes in thirty seconds he’ll usually make after three hours. And people respond better to quick decisions.
But he’s been sitting at his desk for the last hour, making charts and plans and lists, trying to figure out what to do about the situation.
"OK. One thing at a time. "
His team had managed to rescue the first wave of anachronisms, the 2007 editions of Josh and Toni and Russell and Bertrand and Roger, but they’d missed most of the second wave except for Primer, who had somehow hooked up with Blackburn. Seven new arrivals in an evening. It’s not his record, but these aren’t normal refugees… he really doesn’t know what to do with them.
Well, except for Blackburn, of course; this isn’t the first time Warren’s run into him. Maybe this time he’ll stick around. Warren has tried to recruit him before… granted, he’s not the easiest guy in the world to work with, but he has the most useful tactical set of abilities of any mutant Warren has ever even heard of.
Unfortunately, for all that Blackburn’s powers make him a huge asset to any team, the man himself is… difficult. Arrogant, impulsive, too prone to treat other mutants as tools. If he were more of a team player, we might even win this thing.
Boss?
At the mental intrusion, Warren looks up from the charts and lists and doodles he’s been making at his desk… a silly habit, since Elliot isn’t there to look at, but one he’s never been able to get rid of. His mental tone is exasperated, bordering on pissed off. What is it now?!?
Hey, don’t bite my head off, I’m just the messenger, remember? Yeah. Sorry. Short fuse, long day, I miss my real office, not your fault, I’m a horrible human being, how will you ever forgive me, I don’t deserve to live, you have news? (chuckle) Yeah, but you ain’t gonna like it. Just heard from Zip… the popsicle wants to talk.
Warren pinches the bridge of his nose in a tired gesture and shakes his head to clear it. He should have expected this… with these anachronisms popping up all day, information was going to leak out, and Drake was going to hear about it eventually. Still, he’s not in the mood.
Oh, for God’s sake, tell him – no, never mind. Patch me in, I’ll tell him myself. Righty-o, boss![/color]
The mental conference takes a tedious amount of time… Warren has gotten accustomed to exchanging information quickly with Elliot, but with Drake everything needs to be thought through in words, carefully, usually repeated several times. Still, the information eventually gets across, and they make the necessary plans.
(Unbidden, he remembers how it used to be with Josh… huge chunks of perception and reasoning and memory transferred in wholesale blocks, until they felt more like a single mind thinking about a problem than like two minds talking about it. No need for language, or for linearizing, or anything. It had seemed like such a blessing until they’d died together, and Warren had been the only one to recover.)
When they finally disconnect, Warren is tempted to simply throw away all his notes. Rescuing Cannonball would have been challenge enough, even with Drake’s covert help, but with all these anachronisms popping up everywhere he can’t take anything for granted. Is this what they’re for, maybe? To throw me off balance? He considers the possibility for a while and rejects it… in that case they’d have thrown the Josh-analog in prison, not arranged for him to get picked up by the Brotherhood.
OK, no sense speculating without facts. OK, switchboard-time. Round up the usual suspects, get them in here, it’s time for a council of war. Righty-o, chief! Um… how ‘bout the new guys? I mean, the old new guys… I mean, you know what I mean!
Warren shrugs. Sure, them too, if they want. Leaving them behind is just as likely to be dangerous as bringing them along… may as well spring the damn trap, if it is one, and see what they’ve got.
The timeline is a little handwavy, but the idea is that this is happening after all the various introductory/arrival threads, and after the various interrogations in the prison, and will lead up to Warren staging an attack on the Northeast Camp to rescue Cannonball and maybe some PCs. The various time-jumped PCs can escape then too, either joining Warren or heading out on their own.))
Also, just to be clear – in Disenchanted future!bob set some flag that Zip checks regularly (several times a day… she’s FAST, and it gives her something to do) and walked outside the range of SHIELD’s psychic defense grid. Zip notified Elliot, who contacted Bob, who hooked her up with Warren. This is Warren & Bob’s usual arrangement so they can communicate without anyone but Elliot knowing.
I know, nobody really cares. But explaining it makes me feel better. )) [/b]
When Warren first ended up in charge of this little Brotherhood cell, he used to spend hours agonizing over decisions, knowing any little mistake of his could get them all killed.
He hasn’t done that in years. It’s not that he’s any more confident about his decisions than he used to be, or that the stakes are any lower, it’s that he’s learned that agonizing about it doesn’t lead to better decisions… the mistake he makes in thirty seconds he’ll usually make after three hours. And people respond better to quick decisions.
But he’s been sitting at his desk for the last hour, making charts and plans and lists, trying to figure out what to do about the situation.
"OK. One thing at a time. "
His team had managed to rescue the first wave of anachronisms, the 2007 editions of Josh and Toni and Russell and Bertrand and Roger, but they’d missed most of the second wave except for Primer, who had somehow hooked up with Blackburn. Seven new arrivals in an evening. It’s not his record, but these aren’t normal refugees… he really doesn’t know what to do with them.
Well, except for Blackburn, of course; this isn’t the first time Warren’s run into him. Maybe this time he’ll stick around. Warren has tried to recruit him before… granted, he’s not the easiest guy in the world to work with, but he has the most useful tactical set of abilities of any mutant Warren has ever even heard of.
Unfortunately, for all that Blackburn’s powers make him a huge asset to any team, the man himself is… difficult. Arrogant, impulsive, too prone to treat other mutants as tools. If he were more of a team player, we might even win this thing.
Boss?
At the mental intrusion, Warren looks up from the charts and lists and doodles he’s been making at his desk… a silly habit, since Elliot isn’t there to look at, but one he’s never been able to get rid of. His mental tone is exasperated, bordering on pissed off. What is it now?!?
Hey, don’t bite my head off, I’m just the messenger, remember? Yeah. Sorry. Short fuse, long day, I miss my real office, not your fault, I’m a horrible human being, how will you ever forgive me, I don’t deserve to live, you have news? (chuckle) Yeah, but you ain’t gonna like it. Just heard from Zip… the popsicle wants to talk.
Warren pinches the bridge of his nose in a tired gesture and shakes his head to clear it. He should have expected this… with these anachronisms popping up all day, information was going to leak out, and Drake was going to hear about it eventually. Still, he’s not in the mood.
Oh, for God’s sake, tell him – no, never mind. Patch me in, I’ll tell him myself. Righty-o, boss![/color]
The mental conference takes a tedious amount of time… Warren has gotten accustomed to exchanging information quickly with Elliot, but with Drake everything needs to be thought through in words, carefully, usually repeated several times. Still, the information eventually gets across, and they make the necessary plans.
(Unbidden, he remembers how it used to be with Josh… huge chunks of perception and reasoning and memory transferred in wholesale blocks, until they felt more like a single mind thinking about a problem than like two minds talking about it. No need for language, or for linearizing, or anything. It had seemed like such a blessing until they’d died together, and Warren had been the only one to recover.)
When they finally disconnect, Warren is tempted to simply throw away all his notes. Rescuing Cannonball would have been challenge enough, even with Drake’s covert help, but with all these anachronisms popping up everywhere he can’t take anything for granted. Is this what they’re for, maybe? To throw me off balance? He considers the possibility for a while and rejects it… in that case they’d have thrown the Josh-analog in prison, not arranged for him to get picked up by the Brotherhood.
OK, no sense speculating without facts. OK, switchboard-time. Round up the usual suspects, get them in here, it’s time for a council of war. Righty-o, chief! Um… how ‘bout the new guys? I mean, the old new guys… I mean, you know what I mean!
Warren shrugs. Sure, them too, if they want. Leaving them behind is just as likely to be dangerous as bringing them along… may as well spring the damn trap, if it is one, and see what they’ve got.