semi-closed log | making an ImPact

[solarcharged]

WHO: Apollo and those he's discussed ImPact with (see note below)
WHERE: a private back room at the 'It's All Greek to Me' restaurant, Nonah
WHEN: a handwavey date in late March
WHAT: let's get this team on the road
WARNINGS: language!
( note: knowledge of this meeting is strictly limited to those that Apollo has personally invited following his post about an Unsettled team. If your character missed that post but would want to join then hit me up via plurk (fizzier) or discord (shaz#0911) and we'll figure out a way for them to have met and discussed it! )

[ The ‘It’s All Greek to Me’ bar and restaurant in Nonah is officially the most unlikely place for a gathering of would-be vigilantes, and yet here they are. Apollo knows the staff – he trusts the staff – and although he’s no longer general manager here he is still greeted as part of the family, even when dressed in his white and gold superhero uniform. It was the only place in the world that Apollo could trust to be the inaugural meeting place of team ImPact.

The little backroom that he’s hired for the night is private and secure – albeit not all that glamorous. Apollo dishes out enough money to the owner to make sure that they’re well looked after with drinks (and stuffed olives) despite the repeated insistence that it was all on the house. Apollo makes sure he's paid well all the same.

After a while, once everyone has arrived, Apollo gently chases Mr. Karakostas from the room and closes the door behind him with a grim smile. He pulls his Communicator from his pocket and places it on the table, clearly switched off. ]

Good evening everyone. Thanks for coming.

[ He pauses, surveying the room. ]

I’m going to be blunt – this is probably a terrible idea.

[ Is he joking? It’s hard to tell, what with the grin on his face. But there’s a pointed grimness to it and a hardened edge to his eyes that suggests, no, maybe he’s not entirely joking. ]

We’re not going to have the resources, the funding, the fancy headquarters or any of the legal protection that the other teams out there are going to have. There’s no paycheck to collect at the end of the day and no-one’s going to be giving us medals anytime soon. We’re on our own on this, but at least we’re on our own together. We’re just going to be doing this for the sake of knowing that we’re making a difference, regardless of whether this government is okay with that.

[ And yeah, maybe just to spite the world for exactly that reason. Apollo isn’t going to lie and say none of this is about making any kind of point or anything. ]

We’re going to get our hands dirty and deal with the consequences, whatever they are. Because there are two major threats out there – the OTO and Atropos – and I’m not going to sit by and not help defeat them just because it’s not technically “legal” for us to do so.

[ Yes, there were exaggerated airquotes around ‘legal’. Of course there were. ]

We’re not going to be popular with the government. But that’s not a reason to stop, right?

[ Because honestly? Apollo’s pretty sure that pissing off the government is a sign that they’re doing the right thing. ]

If you don’t agree then you’re welcome to leave right now. No hard feelings and thanks for coming anyway. But if you want to stay and help out then it’ll be good to have you -- Oh!

[ His face lights up as he remembers the most important part of this entire welcoming speech: ]

And we have a team name. ImPact. As in, imPorts who act.

[ GET IT? Yeah, he’s pleased with that one, as you can tell by the faintly radiant grin. ]

So, first order of business – introductions...


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( ooc: feel free to top level with introductions, plus anything else your character wants to say! Hijack, mingle, go mad, whatever )

Comments

[solarcharged]

[ Apollo is SUPER blonde but even he knows that doesn't make any grammatical sense, Riptide. But grammar seems to be a small nitpick in the face of that... story... ]

Who's war was it? Who was in charge? [ Apollo's brow furrows deeper in indignant anger. ] Who the fuck thought it was okay to create disposable soldiers?

[knaval]

Our war. It was a civil war that got... out of hand.

[riptide just doesn't react to the anger at all. he shrugs.]

Both sides. When the people who were alive before it even started running out. We almost fought to extinction in Simanzi.

[he huffs.]

My full name is Riptide of Simanzian Dawn.

[solarcharged]

[ Apollo's expression is thunderous but he remains silent, troubled as he is by the whole awful story. The carnage, the senseless waste of life. The idea of 'made to order' soldiers who should probably more accurately be called 'made to die'. ]

It's a nice name, [ Is all he says in the end. ]

The rest of it sounds pretty fucking terrible, though.

[ Considering Riptide is essentially named for the place he was meant to die. ]

[knaval]

No, it's not. People born normally are named after where they came out the ground. Pipes of Pescus Hex, Ratchet of Vaporex. MTOs are always named after their battles. Just a reminder that we were made with all the value of an object.

[he scowls.]

And a mass-produced, replaceable one at that.

[solarcharged]

[ Simanzi sounds nice is what he means, but Apollo isn't about to push the point. Not when this is as sore a topic as it obviously is. ]

Have you ever thought of renaming yourself? [ Apollo suggests, as if it was as easy as that. As if he had a real name that wasn't a codename. ] You could do that. Give yourself a name you're happier with.

[ Because it clearly is a thing Riptide isn't happy about. ]

[knaval]

It doesn't work like that. I don't want to talk about this anymore.

[he huffs.]

Right. Go. Your turn to overshare. Why are you a battery?

[solarcharged]

[ Yep okay fair enough. He's been TOLD. ]

Just your average mad science experiment gone right.

[ He smiles, sounding thoroughly unbothered by it all. ]

Don't ask me the actual science behind it, I'm as confused as everyone else is.

[knaval]

[he looks... a little disturbed for a moment.]

That's... something. I guess. Weird. You don't have a switch in your brain that'll make you go crazy and kill everyone, do you? That's usually what people who get turned into weapons have.

[solarcharged]

Not that I know of, no.

[ With a grunt he pulls himself to his feet and tries to dust off the worst of the dirt (there's a lot) from his uniform. Which is mostly in tatters, truth be told. ]

Then again... [ He straightens and looks off thoughtfully. ] I absolutely would not be surprised if Bendix did that to us.

[knaval]

[riptide just snorts.]

Well, if that happens at least we know I can kick your ass.