Clarissa's Lair
Dave hurries to Clarissa's Lair to put her down before spikes go through him.
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BioLab
The very next day, Megan is setting up the system to make the panther bots.
Though this will take a while. It's very complex.
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Clarissa's Lair
Dave hurries to Clarissa's Lair to put her down before spikes go through him.
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BioLab
The very next day, Megan is setting up the system to make the panther bots.
Though this will take a while. It's very complex.
[Ilph's Room -> Halls -> Main Room]
"Don't be late for the meeting." Ilpholin coos at Valente, before heading to the Main Room. If she's noticed his change in demeanor, she hasn't yet commented on it.
As she goes through the halls, she stops to briefly chat with DarkRed. When he tells her what she wants to hear, she smiles widely and gives him a kiss that leaves him dazed before continuing on.
[Meeting Time]
Ilpholin arrives here and takes a seat at the Big Meeting Table. Time to get this thing started.
BioLab -> Meeting Time
Megan sighs as she realizes the time.
So she gets into the following outfit.
The catgirl looks particularly good looking in it.
And so she goes to the Big Meeting Table.
When she sits down she looks at Ilpholin.
"By the way, I finished the device to make the panther bots, all I need now is to wait for the powering device and to set it up and I'm ready to go on my end for testing it."
[Meeting Time]
After futilely searching for the Moff who gave him a mission, Greg walks in and finds a chair that isn't prominent to sit in.
Meeting Time
Nephrim is here, looking for a nice, comfortable-looking chair. Unless they're still the chairs from that last big meeting I remember, the psychomorphic ones. In which case, Nephrim will sit at one a distance from neighbours and morphs it into a stool with a slight ridge at the back so she can lean back slightly.
Nephrim's in her 'natural' form- an androgynous, angelic child aged perhaps nine or ten with pale skin, snow-white feathers adorning a large pair of wings and silver shoulder-length hair. Her eyes are white, featureless orbs containing naught bar a hint of cruelty. She's wearing loose white robes with several large black gemstones encrusted around the cuffs and hems, with a red rucksack on her back.
Dam'Bul is also here, currently possessing a tall man with tanned skin. The host's hair has been darkened to black as a side-effect of the possession, and his eyes have turned red, though that can't be seen behind the sunglasses. He's also wearing a posh suit and a sword belt with sheathed sabre. He leans nonchalantly against a wall, since he never formally joined up and merely follows Nephrim around like a loyal puppy.
[Meeting Time]
Zefir is here as well. After all he didn't have any good reasons to hate the new leader of AMEN. Maybe she got a few ideas Gordon never had. And to be true she threw out Prometheus if I'm correct. That is something good.
[Ilph's Room]
Valente doesn't even respond as she leaves. Strange. Little does Ilpholin know, but some has just (forever ago in RL time) tried to break her hold on him.
He reflects on how he ended up here with Ilpholin. For the first time, really. Why was he here? Because he loves Ilpholin of course. But what about Astrana? What about everyone else he betrayed and abandoned? He barely knows Ilpholin... And yet, she's everything to him. Is there something wrong with that? He's not sure what to think, but one thing is for certain. He's thinking.
[Meeting Time]
Dam'Bul never signed up? So what! He's just as much a member as The Hatter, who, coincidentally, is striding into the room in his traditional garb right about...now!
Yeppers! The Hatter dodged the standard "signing of the membership papers!" :smalltongue: He weaseled his way into the charred, black heart of AMEN as an illegitimate member! Why? 'Cause he's a mad genius who killed the time, that's why! He don't need no stinking papers! Just a RPG he doesn't know how to aim all that well and some kicking tunes!
He'll attempt to take a seat somewhere far away from Ilphy. Heck, the drow frightened him as a race. Brutes, they were! All of them! Historically, religiously, politically, and technologically they are the "it's clobbering time" queens of mean, in his mind. And worst of all, there's no gender equality!
The Hatteress would be pleased with that, though! She likes power! And flamethrowers! She loooves flamethrowers so much, in fact, that she has brought one to the table and is busy modifying it so that she can wield the all-powerful chainsaw-chaingun which fires...wait for it...
FIRE!
That screams awesome, right?
She's wearing a welding mask and smock right now. 'S still pretty apparent that there's a girl under there. She smells like perfume.
EVIL! perfume, the essence of DEATH!
Yeah...
Girl needs to chill out with the whole "I'm a villain whatcha gonna do 'bout it" act.
Wow! Clarissa is here too! She appears to be settling into a chair in a warm, dark spot over to the left of the room. She has elected to remain wearing her melancholy black robes for fear of revealing her form. She doesn't want people to make fun of her looks! It has happened one time too often in the past! That is the source of her new-found self-consciousness.
A cage sits on the table in front of her. A cage full of cute, tiny bunny-rabbits! She's all prepared for a long meeting. Bringing snacks with her just in case was a move which displays much forethought!
And hunger.
Main Room
Magtok relucantly shakes the man's gloved mitts, trying his best not to look at those horrible teeth as he does so.
"Yeah, I err...know exactly what you're talking about."
No he doesn't. In fact, Magtok can barely tell what the man is saying, let alone figure out the meaning of it all.
"Anyways, as I was saying, immortality isn't cheap, and neither is keeping replacement bodies in stasis. I'll need a hair sample, a minute to hold your head under our fancy memory-duplicating BrainBucket, and for every month, about-"
Magtok names his price, which is about 110% of the monthly cost of keeping AMEN's minions around, just in case the guy tries to haggle.
"Can't let you join just yet, though. Regime change happened quite recently, so you'll just have to wait until the new regulations and interview system and such is established before I can sign you up."
Meeting Room
Magtok is here! In the most prominent seat he can find that doesn't already have Ilpholin's butt in it. Not that there's anything wrong with Ilpholin's butt, of course, the cyborg just doesn't want it anywhere near his.
Meeting Room
None of the Moffs wanted to come to a meeting, but Moff 4 volunteered, in case Kal changed his mind and decided to show up. Most of the rest of the Moffs wandered off when the party was over, though there are a few passed out here and there.
Lobby
Marciani just stares. That's a bi' much...Bu' then again. I can always continue me work...With multiple me's as well....Alrigh'! I'll pay. This money was 'ard earned too! go' it by workin' day an' nigh'. I'm good a' wha' I do. Oy! I think meself migh' as well follow ya. I don't know thi' place too well. After all, I am paying ya a whole lo' 'o' gol'. Har' earned gol' min' you. Wait...I already said tha'...Nevermind...So, yup, methinks me migh' jus' follow ya! By the way, You th' leader 'ere?
[Meeting Time]
"Yes, thank you." Ilpholin says to Megan, glad for the update, though this isn't really the place for it.
But that'll be waved aside for now as will the fact that anyone who wanted to be here at the start of the meeting will be.
"I want to thank you all for coming today. I'm sure it was very difficult of you to pull away from television, murder, and mayhem to get here. Before we get into some of the more important changes there's a few very basic business items we'll go ahead and push out of the way first."
"First, so it's very clear how this chain of command works, I am in charge. Magtok is my second in command. When I am not around, you will listen to him as if you would me, barring obvious traitorous intent. Now I will, in the coming months, be appointing different positions as necessary. You will be informed when this happens and are free to leave suggestions at your leisure at a later time."
"Secondly, Prometheus and Company have been exiled from AMEN. If you see them on site, report it immediately. In a similar vein, Gordon's top men, such as Rogar or that pirate, have yet to contact me. If you spot any of them, ensure that they make it to me for discussing of their future." Barring any that came to the meeting of course. Force is encouraged!
"Finally the henchmen will continue to be paid as normally and there will be no reduction in salary or cuts in personnel in that regards."
"Are there any questions about any of this?"
As she said, very basic. Some of it is a repeat of what most people knew.
[Meeting Time]
Do you nave very strong mental shields? Also I want a Magtok, what do I have trade to get one?
And there is Dark Lord, not really siting on anything because it's in the walls, floor, and ceiling.
[Meeting Time]
"I'll take that as a no then." Ilpholin says, not answering the Dark Lord's questions. She sure isn't going to go around telling people her strengths and weaknesses. And what she'd sell Magtok for, the Dark Lord either can't or won't pay. Undying, unquestionable loyalty is a rare thing.
"Very well. Moving on. One of the first things that are to change is a revamping of the membership process. No longer are they to be blood pacts. The forms will be standard and require a fair bit more than just a name." The form layout haven't actually been decided on OOC and should probably be discussed in that thread.
"Furthermore, just signing them does not guarantee a place in AMEN. After that there will be a background check, followed by an interview with me. Then, if it feels like their goals and such line up with AMEN's, that's when they get in." It's a process designed to know your co-workers better!
"That said, old members will have to go through a similar process to retain their membership. A form filled out and an interview. However, unlike incoming members, acceptance is not contingent upon a decision, but rather simple completion. So former members are in no real jeopardy of losing their place here." So long as they actually do turn in the form and talk to Ilph. No more strangers and non-members loitering around. That's just outright silly in so many ways!
"For obvious reasons, the Moffs can send a single representative chosen on the time honored tradition 'not it'." Moff 4 lucked out by being at the meeting.
[Meeting Time]
It's at this point that Valente enters the room, having taken some time to get cleaned up. He still seems a bit distracted. The vampire stands by the wall for now.
Meeting
Moff 4 swallows hard, "Um, is the interview going to be... um..." Moff glances at Valente and Becky. "... personal?" :smalleek:
[Meeting Time]
Zefir smiles at the first part. Nice to know Prometheus is gone, but Zefir can imagine who gets in her 'chain of comand', which actually involves her lovers and follower like Becky.
Then next part:
Suprise. Ilpholin is really going to change things in AMEN. Maybe this isn't as bad as Zefir thought. Ok there is still this Magtok thing and her 'chain of comand', but things don't allways go well.
"So how does this background check go? I know from experience that most people come from different universe and it is a first thing to do to choose an Org if they want into one. I'm not sure if that will be possible for most of the newcomers."
Meeting Room
Megan was set.
All of her past was completely Non-exsistant now that Umbrella is gone.
So all she had was the simple things.
"And when can we do this interview?"
[Meeting Time]
Karyana has been here since around the membership requirements, in her normal clothes, though with a layer of green-gold chitin replacing her skin.
"He's got a point there. What are we going to do if they drop in here first thing after getting spit out? Tell them 'Sorry, no, come back when you've got some recommendations'?"
Meeting Room
"Who will carry out the interview?" Nephrim's mind control abilities may have an effect on the interview's outcome.
She is, however, completely loyal to Ilpholin. Or more accurately, her eventual goal is one which has more power than Ilpholin's present post, and at that point leadership of AMEN would be an inconvenient distraction.
Meeting Room
The mouths in the wall goes to a frowns, then twist into a smile.
Oh you want our backgrounds. Oh I'll loveto give all that information. http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u...ed/ev-evil.gif
Magtok spaces out for a minute or so as Marciano babbles in that incomprehensible foreign gibberish. He replays bits and pieces of of what the guy said, running it through a few translators, just on the off-chance there might've been some other languages sprinkled in there somewhere.
"Oh! Right, following me. Yeah, not really necessary, actually. And I'm second-in-command, not leader. I'd show you the clones and stuff, but it'll take about a week or so before we can even get the first clone up to standards and not an ugly little baby. Just pass me a lock of hair and let me put a shiny metal bucket on your head and call back in maybe a week or so."
Magtok opens up a telewarp portal, revealing that shiny BRAIN BUCKET on the other side.
Meeting Room
Magtok makes a point of ignoring Dark Lord too, squirming uncomfortably in his seat whilst raising his hand.
"That'd bemeIlpholin, I believe."
Biolab
Seltz paces the lab a little, wearing a short black dress,and a simple silver neclace, a cigarette between her lips while she waits for Meg
Meeting Room
"I will be doing the interviews personally, yes." Ilpholin says. "They will be carried out over the next several days when possible."
"As for those without backgrounds, depending on how the interview goes, yes they may very well be turned away until they can get some victim testimonies and recommendations that can be confirmed. Of course, this will be handled on a case to case basis." If you've got nothing to back you up as being a positive force for AMEN, then no you probably won't make it in.
Meeting Room
Moff 4 gets to his feet. "I'm sorry, folks. I was 100% behind the 'Hotties Only' membership rule, but I will not be joining Ilpholin's harem. If that means I have to resign my membership, then so be it. I speak for the full Collective here."
BioLab
Meg tries to tap her on the shoulder from behind.
She's wearing a seductive red lipstick and was wearing...well...a simple red dress.
Oh, and a pair of earrings that look like coal.
"Hey..."
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Meeting Room
Megan raises a hand.
"Does my work speak for itself enough to prove that I'm a positive force for AMEN already?" she directs at Ilpholin.
Meeting Room
Ilpholin rolls her eyes at Moff. "I'm not going to have sex with you. If it makes you feel more comfortable, bring a friend, just keep them quiet. If you still want to leave, that's your prerogative. But I'm not going to dwell on this."
There's still much to talk about.
She does glance at Megan briefly though. "We'll go over that in the interview." Now's not the time! Though really that's just an issue for newcomers for the most part anyways.
"Moving on, AMEN's sight needs to shift. For too long AMEN has bashed its head against Inside, hardly making a dent and taking far more losses than wins. They have superior standing, numbers, technology, training, and home turf. And for what? A single city? There is so much more the Nexus has to offer."
"To that end, we need to improve as an organization. We need to Acquire, Manage, Expand, and Neutralize. To do this, we need resources. Members, money, land, training, factories, technology, magic, the works. United, we shall become something that makes even Remnant jealous."
"As such, I have three specific projects in mind." Ilpholin says, pausing briefly for comments.
Meeting Room
Moff 4 sits back down. He still intends to send another Moff to the interview though. He's askaird of Ilpholin somehow secksing him again. :smalleek:
Meeting Room
Megan raised an eyebrow.
"And what would those projects be?"