Scene #2431: Confederate War Council 061115

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Dracula Vlad Tepes	The Seat of Power is as it always is for the War Councils: heavily laden buffets, wandering servants (who happen to be butler skeletons this time, for whatever reason), a seating section at the floor level exclusively for Elites, and the central podium with its ever-so-helpful sound system and holographic projector to aid in reports and presentations. This, as always, sits just in front of the elevated throne of the Field Marshal, Lord Dracula Vlad Tepes. The vampire lord sits in his usual stance of vaguely-bored relaxation, an elbow propped on the arm of his throne and one leg crossed over the other. He is, as always, dressed in the usual exquisite robes of black, scarlet, and gold; not much need for a uniform when one already looks regal enough. Arrivals are greeted with polite nods, but that's about all Dracula offers as people file into the room. Burning eyes are cast across the room as he waits with silent patience for the space to fill with all those who will be present for this meeting.
Medusa Gorgon	Perhaps one of the people who enter the room wasn't expected to be here twenty four hours ago. But here she is. Her arrival is heralded by something peculiar; the squeaking of wheels as a wheelchair is pushed through the doors. Sanary has a rather unusual duty tonight it appears, as she was called off to medical and now she has the honour of wheeling in a woman who should be familiar to many people present. Medusa Gorgon. It should be unfamiliar to see her like this, however. The last time she were in this room she walked in with her head held high, a smug smile crossing her lips and confidence in each step. Every word had her full attention, even if she didn't say much. Today she looks lethargic, even if she's dressed in a black dress with her medical coat on. As Sanary wheels her in Medusa is slumped in the chair, hands in her lap and her head hanging down and with her eyes closed. It looks more like she is asleep, her eyes closed and her head hanging down. But despite her current state, no matter how tired she is due to events the last twenty four hours... no, the last six months, the Confederate witch was determined to attend the war council. It is the best way for her to get caught up on business rather than tire herself out further by scouring through reports upon reports.
Isa Reichert	Something very big and vaguely tawny-coloured comes hurtling into the room at a speed one might consider unsafe velocity. It lances straight past the empty space before the chairs, and smacks into the ground beside Medusa's wheelchair. Isa Reichert fluffs up her feathers, and pulls herself up straight... but that's not the red-headed pilot. It's a giant freaking eagle, with a beak like a scimitar and talons like knives; burn scarring ravaging the right side of her head and body as in her human form, and her right eye gone. The left is big and bright and golden, though, cocking toward Medusa with interest. She hop-scrabbles a bit closer, talons scraping against the ground as she cranes her pointy-ended head to peer. <Well, you've looked better. Good to see you in the land of the living, anyway.> And with that, the Giant Freaking Bird turns, resettles her wings, and dips her head in polite salute to Dracula, before settling quietly.
Sanary Rondel	There's tension in Sanary's face as she guides the wheelchair holding Medusa into the Seat of Power, each of her movements careful and calculated so as to not jostle it too much even while turning. It's not out fear or intimidation this time around, though. She's actually looking rather excited! This is going to be her first war council as a Confederate, after all, and she needs to make a good impression for... Something or another. She'll figure it out later. To fit in with everyone else, she's looking more dapper this evening and wearing a purple three-piece suit while opting to have her hair tied back in a low ponytail without that little canary hairpiece she's been favoring recently. She bows lightly at the waist upon spotting Dracula, the movement well-practiced and just a little stiff so as to avoid headbutting anyone on the way down. Thankfully, she has the sense not to just call out to him from the doorway and resumes wheeling Medusa in while leaning forward just a bit to keep her voice down. "Do you want to get some food first or...? Er. Sorry. I don't know how these councils usually go." She straightens up when Isa greets Medusa, unable to help herself from staring just a bit before managing a slow bow of her head in greeting.
Kirikou	It's not like Kirikou would miss this sort of thing. While perhaps not the most vicious or ambitious of Confederates, the Meister has never shirked duties or responsibilities. Besides, it's good to see people. Kirikou's looking pretty chipper, all considered, though he casts a worried glance Medusa's way when he spots her on entry. And why wouldn't he be worried? It's well known she's his mentor. He's had concern for her ever since learning she was in the Confederacy. And while it's not a huge surprise to him that she's alive, he had expected ... somewhat of a different return if she ever DID return. Aside from that concern, he's reasonably himself. He waves to Sanary or possibly to Medusa, and blinks when he sees the eagle fly in. Obviously not a hostile eagle. Or at least not a hostile eagle to those in the room. Probably.
Tesla Armadia	Tesla Armadia returns Dracula's nod with her own as she enters, but wastes little time in claiming her seat and sitting down, opening a high tech briefcase across her lap. One can presume it's to prepare things with her own information, having been through many a Council beforehand. A couple of Gremlynx follow her around with notepads and clipboards to take notes on others' presentations for her. Except for the third, which sits down between the other two with a jumbo tub of popcorn instead and starts munching loudly. It doesn't take long for it to get irritating enough for the other two to do Slow Head Turns towards him. One hisses some gibberish that only vagely translates into "Not a movie idiot!". The other smacks the muncher on the head with his clipboard, slamming it down into the popcorn tub. He flops around a bit and struggles with the tub much like a cat stuck in a paper bag would, but other than using her foot to push him under the chair Tesla is entirely ignoring the shinannigans.
Hiei	Hiei's simply been following Sanary and Medusa since he saw them heading toward the Seat of Power. He's been quiet and hasn't said a word, but he isn't sneaking either. He's back in his typical black outfi, with the occasional red if one can get a look under his robe to see the inner lining, and the scarf-like cloth attached to the top of it and hanging loosely around his neck. He looks up at Dracula, likely offering an equally bored and indifferent expression.
Razer	In his red and black armored finery, Razer is certainly distinctive as he enters the Seat of Power. The butler skeletons draw a quizzical expression from him, but Razer pays them no mind. He pulls up a seat and settles in, hands clasped in front of him.
Allenby Beardsley	The entire delegation of Neo-Sweden's military scientists are here, lead by the silver-haired Dr. S, team manager and liasion to the Neo-Sweden military. The entire group of humans look middle-agged to 'offically too old' at best, making the Gundam Fighter that has been dragged along with them very out of place. Allenby Beardsley sits on one end of the line of scientists in the Elite seating section, not paying much attention to them. In fact, she doesn't seem to be paying much attention to anyone, fully engrossed in a handheld gaming device. Fortunately for everyone in her vicinity, she has a set of earbuds in, sparing bystanders the noise of her videogame. If anyone took a moment to peer over her shoulder, they'd see that she's playing some kind of fighting game involving suspiciously Reptillion-like humanoid dinosaurs.
Project MORDRED	For the occassion, MORDRED has taken to wearing a tailored early twentyfirst century style suit. Well-made, can't have been cheap. He wears a knightly sash over his upper body, in the colours of his father. On his heart a stitched patch holds the heraldic design of the high king of earth, brisured as appropriate for the eldest son. He seats himself in his assigned place, calmly and quietly. He is motionless, not even blinking and barely even breathing, it'd be trivial to mistake him for a statue designed to look human.
Souji Murasame	Souji Murasame arrives precisely on time. He walks into the room with no fanfare, his demeanor the same stoic businesslike neutrality that all who observe him seem to see most of the time. One hand carries an attache case, the black leather carrying container swaying beside the hereditary sword of his Family, as certain an identifier for the man as his face. He takes up no food, nor drink, simply sitting in his place attentively as he withdraws an mPad from the case and begins flicking his hand over the display, preparing his own presentation. Lord Dracula, like the others, are greeted with polite nods. He spares a moment to examine the others present for a moment, noting appearances, behaviors, and interactions before looking back to his tablet. He will have much to say tonight. It will be best to be prepared.
Teemo	Teemo doesn't make a grand entrance, because he's a stealthy little shit and he doesn't operate that way. No, just one minute he's not there, and the next time someone glances up at one of the balconies, there he is sitting on the railing, swinging his little legs in the air and munching on a fruit from one of the buffet tables. He doesn't have anything in particular to say, tonight, but it should be a good opportunity to size up his new allies and determine who he wants to get better acquainted with.
T-elos	T-elos has been in the Seat of Power before, but never for a war meeting. There hasn't /been/ a war meeting for a long as she's been activated, so she can be excused for missing them. Either way, she strides in. It's not quite like she owns the place, there are people who outrank her here, but it's a definite confident walk as she finds a place amongst the Elites at ground level. She tries to find a place to watch as many people as possible as well as the boss, Dracula. Oh, and she's dressed in what she normally wears, rather than anything actually formal. Androids, man. Her visor is down over her eyes, giving her an almost helmeted appearance; the crystal and the systems half hidden behind it almost seem to suggest one great eye instead of the two she actually has under it.
Taro	One advantage to wearing a cassock is that it is appropriate attire for nearly every occasion. Thus, unsurprisingly, Taro sees not reason not to wear this particular uniform of his for this. The android priest, as usual, bypasses the buffet entirely on his way through. A pause to bow respectfully to their Field Marshal, and then he continues on to find a chair. A nod to those he knows as he takes a seat...His gaze lingers for a moment on Medusa, but he says nothing for now.
Lu-Mey	Of course Lu-Mey would be here. The dusky-skinned, tattoo'd, Oni is punctual, and dressed for the moment, representing Human Resources; she's come wearing a very loud skirt suit; bright red in color. And glasses. Glasses are important for looking business savvy. Currently she is sitting at a typewriter, ready to record EVERYTHING THAT IS BEING SAID.
Ark Line	Ark Line shows up, hatless but otherwise dressed for duty. He looks a bit like he's just come from a particularly dusty road and done his best to shed most of it on the way in. An older man comes with him, tall, thin, greying at the temples and dressed in a dark grey suit. While Caster goes to find a seat, Ark raids the buffet. He ends up with an odd mix of things that definitely do not go together. It looks a bit like he just grabbed what looked weirdest or most colorful and put it on a plate. He sits next to Caster, who gives him an odd look when he settles down. Ark does not seem to notice.
Nonon Jakuzure	One of the 'new' members present in the War Council is rather small - and dressed quite normally, actually. It's hard to wear a new outfit when your outfit happens to be the source of pretty much all your power! It makes sense, of course, that the outfits are made for every such occasion! Specifically the formal events. A hat bobs at just under five, but the head of Nonon at just under 4', following the others! The pink and white suit, with three black stars emblazoned on the front, ends with a cute skirt. Grasping her hat as the Iseagle flies over, as well, since it nearly blows right off the top of her head! "Watch it!" She exclaims, muttering something or other that might be 'bird brain', but she isn't going to blow her cool /right/ when she might have to represent the Elite Four! ... At least it's not Froggy though. Half the audiance might be left deaf! Walking to her seat, she's followed by three one-stars from her band. They don't have any instruments though they look almost exactly alike. Imagine that! She bows to Dracula and takes her seat, popping some kind of candy into her mouth.
Dracula Vlad Tepes	Once everyone has gotten settled, Dracula suddenly dissolves where he sits into a swarming mass of bats that swirl down toward the podium before once more resolving into his form. He takes a moment to straighten his robes, then, with a cordial smile, folds his arms behind his back and speaks. "Greetings, members of the Confederacy. Welcome again to the War Council; I am Field Marshal Dracula Vlad Tepes, for those of you who are unfamiliar with your leader. Usually, Colonel Serori organizes these sessions, but as she is currently taking a much-needed break, I will be doing so in her stead this evening. The purpose of these meetings are, of course, to allow us to exchange information with one another and become better aware of what tasks our allies are undergoing, as well as what the Confederacy as a whole requires." His hand slips out from behind him to sweep through empty air, as if accentuating his next point. "On the subject of the Colonel, she has put up a statement on our reports board regarding tasks of particular importance toward our ends, and I would encourage you all to look over it. Such matters as the kingdom of Zeal, which could prove to provide a foothold for us; the leader of the Izzet League, Rhapsody, who has proven to be a much more problematic enemy than we initially knew; and Juno Eclipse and Galen Marek, who we would now rather capture than outright kill, and who have had a counter-bounty placed on any hunters hired to capture them. On that last note, if anyone can determine /who/ has placed that counter-bounty, your efforts would be well-rewarded. I do not want anyone thinking such things can be implemented against us with impunity." With that, the Field Marshal folds his arms again, nodding briefly to the audience assembled. "With that, I would like to begin with our first speaker, Genghis Rex. He should be speaking via hologram, so we may proceed with that shortly."
Genghis Rex	A holo projection of Genghis Rex appears before the Council. At lest you THINK it's Genghis Rex, as he is obscured in darkness, sitting down, his silhouette is Tyrannosaur shaped, but he is definitely lacking the size and presence he usually radiates. His deep baritone is measured and sounds forced, as if he's trying to sound like his old self, but is struggling a bit, "What I bring here, before this council is my everlasting gratitude. Were it not for the sacrifices made by the Confederacy and the continued assistance in the recovery of my homeworld, it would be but a memory right now." "I have not seen it myself, but I am told the reconstruction efforts are going well, while we are suffering a bit in regards to the quagmire of politics that come from settling what is much akin to a brand new world. Nevertheless, we will recover, we will survive, and that is because of you, my brothers and sisters." "For those who may be concerned with my current health status, I assure, you ... I grow stronger every day and will continue to do so till I am able to join you on the battlefield once again. Lastly, and most importantly, there will be a special event in the coming weeks ... a coronation of sorts. I hope that those of you who are able, can attend." He bows his head gracefully, "Thank you for this opportunity to speak, Field Marshall. The commendation you presented me with was most generous and you have my sincere gratitude." He turns his head to the gathered confederates, "If there are questions, please feel free, but know that my time is limited."
Grant Mason	Grant Mason has come at the same time as Souji. He moves behind his boss, and assumes a standard bodyguard position. He knows there's really no reason for him to have to guard Souji, both because they are among allies and because Souji can more than take care of himself, but his loyalty to Souji first is unwavering, and he demonstrates it whenever he can. For the time being he is silent, listening to Dracula and Rex speak.
Medusa Gorgon	Upon being addressed the witch opens her eyes partially. Sure, she might be physically tired, but her golden eyes are sharp as they turn towards the voice. Isa. A somewhat tired smirk plays at her lips, though she quickly closes her eyes again. Nor does she open them when Sanary leans forward to ask her a question. She raises her left hand slightly. No, there's no need for refreshments. "Not now." Instead she seems to focus on Dracula as he makes his opening speech, as well as listening to the speakers as they present their cases.
Dracula Vlad Tepes	Dracula offers a brief nod to the projection of Rex. "Thank you for updating us on the situation, Rex. I hope your recovery proceeds smoothly, and that we will see you active on the field again soon." Without any questions proceeding from there, Dracula swings a hand toward the podium again. "I believe T-Elos wishes to make an introduction now, if she would be willing to step up to the podium."
T-elos	When called, T-elos strides to the front, her hair fanning out behind her as she does. She turns once she's there, regarding the Elites through her visor. After a few moments of that, T-elos reaches up, touching the side of it. The visor's crystal slides upward, the lower part sliding into place against the crystal's mounting to reveal her extremely blue eyes. "Hello," T-elos says. She does not smile, quite, but there a slight shift of her lips that might be the beginnings of one or might be the edge of a smirk. "This is an introduction rather than an opportunity, though it may also be one." "I am the TP-XX 'T-Weapon' humanoid anti-Gnosis weapon system, an android fighting unit. T-elos for short. I have been a member of the Confederacy for perhaps a month." Just under, if anyone particularly pedantic about it checks. She pauses a moment. "I understand that my home galaxy is... unfamiliar to most of you. I have already explained to some people what a Gnosis is, but they have not been spreading out to any particular extent. They are phantasmal aliens; my primary purpose is to kill them when I find them. But beyond that, since I have joined, I have assisted with Confederacy operations. I attempted to prevent the defection of Eclipse and Starkiller, or failing that kill them, though they did escape me." "I would like to keep doing this." The expression broadens. "I am here to work with you. If my services are needed, by all means, ask. I am capable of all-range and all-environment combat, and am capable of deploying the Hilbert Effect if necessary. I am unquestionably the most powerful android from my home galaxy, and I hope to be of service to the Confederacy." "I do not have any plans of my own at the moment, but one." T-elos pauses. Her voice has more acid in it than the pleasant conversational tone she's adopted thus far. "There is another android, the KP-X class, 'KOS-MOS'. I have not heard she's present, but if she is encountered, I wish to know /immediately/. That is all I wish to say about her." "Now. Are there questions?" T-elos looks up from the podium.
Isa Reichert	For her part, the big tawny eagle with the eye missing fluffs up her feathers, hunkers down beside the wheelchair, and fixes that big golden eye on Sanary. Yep, staring right back at the poor medic, as though delighting in whatever sense of unease she may or may not be causing. Eagle!Isa then turns her head aside, deliberately clapping her beak at Nonon. It's probably the aquiline equivalent of a raspberry, and hopefully not a threat that she'll take off a limb! Probably. Maybe. At least she's not hissing. Or cursing. For now, she quiets and fluffs up her feathers, looking back to the assemblage of Important Confederate People Talking.
Souji Murasame	The presence of Grant is silently appreciated, even if not necessary. You never know when a loyal man like Mason would come in handy, even amongst allies. The speec from Dracula is noted, the relevant information pulled up on his mPad as noted. He does not interject, for he has no questions. The opportunites there are implicit and understood. The hologram of Rex causes Souji to look up and watch it. One eyebrow quirks upwards slightly at the words of the Reptilonian, and a bitter smile edges the side of his mouth before he looks back down to the tablet. There is nothing suitable for him to respond with. T-ELOS. The design of the construct catches Souji's attention in some way, as he watches her carefully, spending a good deal of attention with a searching look in his eyes. Not admiration, but the kind of look a watchmaker might have when looking at a Swiss timepiece in the cabinet. This time, he speaks. "Our Adamant Squad has been involved in a conflict to attempt to acquire the traitors as well. Our mission was unsuccessful, but we gained valuable information as well as driving them from the shelter of the Starbound Flotilla. If you wish to coordinate efforts with our Squad, I would be most pleased. You appear to be very competent in your work." He pauses. "Should I become aware of the being you seek, I will inform you immediately."
Sanary Rondel	Sanary's eye twitches slightly as T-elos steps up, staring at the android while shrinking back juuuust a bit behind Medusa's chair. "... Oh, that's just not fair." She mutters to herself, apparently perturbed by something. But what? She doesn't say anything else to herself on that matter, though, instead focusing on just listening. She does give Kilik a light wave and smirk in return, and Isa gets a slightly more awkward stare than before once the medic actually notices that the eagle lady's looking at her. She really has no idea how to respond to that besides staring and waving slowly.
Project MORDRED	MORDRED rises as soon as the call for questions comes, waits for acknowledgment to take the floor. "Thank you for explaining your purpose and informing us about your target of interest, I always find it fascinating to learn." He starts off, polite, formal, and then gets to the point. "I understand you wish to be of service to the Confederacy as whole, but I would like to know how interested you are in assisting any side projects of invidual members, and what kind of recompense you would be looking for when you take part in such a side project." He waits for a reply, and remains standing for the time being.
Tesla Armadia	Tesla Armadia takes a bit more interest in the mechanical woman, but for the most part remains quiet due to getting her own stuff in order. This is why she has minions to take notes for her. That and other people are already asking the important questions anyways.
Nonon Jakuzure	Araaaraaaa! Did that big clumsy bird just snap its beak at her!? Iseagle is glanced at by Nonon out of the corner of her eye, then full on grimmaced at, arms crossing across her chest as she frumps. Then sticks out her tongue. For real! Still, Nonon isn't entirely focused on giant, large birds that blow by her! She knows that's a 'I'm better than you' act when you just shoot by everyone! Not that Nonon knows a thing or two about that, at all, really. Eyes focus more on Rex as he speaks, the girl sliding a bit down her chair ( there's a lot of space for her on it ) as she looks up. Ooh, a hologram. Nifty! What. Dinosaur!? Nonon blinks, now she has most certainly seen everything. Or the beginning of everything. One of the two! T-elos is next, however - oh, she's new to the place, too? With T-elos' explanation, her eyes glaze over, then roll, then glaze once more. At the end, Nonon understands this much about what T-elos said. 1. She is a weapon/robot? Two, there are space aliens and she knows a guy named Hilbert! Whatever his effect is. She almost groans. She is about as lively as Inu, and that is absolute nonsense! Still, she kneels on the chair and raises her hand. School, after all. "I have a question, T-eacher." She muses, "What ...does that mean, and who is Hilbert?"
Hiei	Hiei doesn't ask anything, instead he blurs from where he's standing, to immediately sit next to Nonon, his feet propped up on the back of the seat in front of him.
T-elos	T-elos looks right back at Souji. She gives him a very slight nod after about five seconds. "Good," she says, followed by: "Yes. I will coordinate with them." She appreciates the praise, though she's not going to say it out here. Some moments later, MORDRED asks another question T-elos was expecting. "I would be willing to assist with unofficial projects, depending on what they are," T-elos says. "As for recompense, we can discuss that. It goes up if I require significant repairs. But I'm sure it can be made reasonable." And then, the last question. This takes T-elos a few moments longer to parse, because dealing with Nonon is an excercise in bizareness. "David Hilbert is a mathematician. He's dead and has been for several thousand years, but the Hilbert Effect is named after him. The Hilbert Effect is a system that makes imaginary space accessible by real objects. The Gnosis come from imaginary space. They're not solid. The Hilbert Effect forces them to materialize, as well as other things." When talking about her specs, T-elos doesn't seem especially energetic, not as much as when she was talking about other things, such as combat and hunting. But she can explain, and she does. "If you want more information," T-elos says, a moment after, "I will provide it outside this meeting. Unless there are other direct questions?" But there don't seem to be, so T-elos steps away from the podium, returning to her previous spot. The visor whirrs back down into place as she does.
Dracula Vlad Tepes	T-Elos is given a nod as she departs the podium, and Dracula steps in briefly to speak again. "Thank you, T-Elos. As you say, I am sure anyone can approach you to speak more about your situation outside of the council. Welcome, again, to the Confederacy; I look forward to seeing even more from you in the future." Dracula's head lifts to Tesla, then. "Our next speaker is Tesla, I believe. If you would?"
Tesla Armadia	Intagible aliens that require a certain metaphysical effect to unveil them? What other potential uses could this Hilbert Effect have? Things to be filed away and pursued at a later date. Tesla closes her briefcase as she's called on, and tosses it to the Gremlynx, skipping it off one's head and into the other's lap. Not that it stays there long as the two start fighting over who gets to hold onto it. It's irrelivant, she's already memorized everything she needs. With experienced calm at long informational meetings she walks up to the podium, turning to face the rest of the gathered Confederacy. "First and foremost, welcome to our recent additions. I am sure will find plenty of ways to make yourselves useful to our causes, both grande and individual." The armadillo woman pauses a moment to adjust her glasses, then folds both hands behind her back. "For those of you unaware, I am Major Tesla Armadia, primary overseer of the Zero Point scientific group, and military research and developement of a whole. When you require the assistance of science in your endeavors, we're the people you talk to." "Those of you that have been on the frontlines already, prehaps you've already noticed the recent trend in 'superhuman' occurances to the Multiverse. While they have always been a present factor, lately there is been a spike. To the point that we are seeing entire worlds unify with an unprecedent proclivity to producing such individuals of power. On both sides of morality. One such world has even gone so far to build a specialized prison to hold the strongest and most terrifying of these individuals, and due to its advanced nature go so far as to proclaim it 'inpenetrable' and 'unescapable'." There is a pause as she leans forward on the podium, catching just the right angle of light to flash across her glasses as she grins. "I, with help of course, am going to prove them wrong." She stands back up and snaps her fingers, bringing a holographic screen to life showing what just appears to be a large mountain in a long distance exterior shot. "The Baumann Parahuman Containment Center -- AKA The Birdcage -- Is build directly into a large mountain structure. Information is limited due to the lack of escapess, but the information net I've been casting into the world states it to be technologically advanced even by this 'super' world's standards." She grabs the holoscreen and crumples it up in her hand. "While that is my primary interest, I'm told releasing these supervillians from their containment will cause considerable political upheaval in the world as well as strain it's primary enforcement organizations even thinner. Maybe even convince some of them to join us in gratitute." She tosses what remains of the holo over her shoulder, allowing it to fade. "I am already working on designs for a weapon powerful enough to, shall we say, break the lock on getting in, to go with the prison aspect. But this is going to be a mission requiring manpower as well as technology, which is why I bring it before you all tonight. I can provide the means and the technology, but it is going to take a Confederate effort to make this a success and shake the world to it's hero worshiping foundations." That said, she refolds her hands behind her back. "Questions? There will be oppritunities for volunteering later, mind you."
Project MORDRED	After getting his answer, MORDRED sat down. He listened to the other answers, and then to the next speaker. As the call for questions comes, he rises again, identical to the last time he rose. His motions executed with extreme precision. "Can you tell us anything more about the 'lockpick' you are working on? I'm interested in providing assistance, but I'm hesitant to join an operating of this nature without knowing more about the plan. I have a fairly decent knowledge of science, so please don't feel like you need to dumb it down for me."
Nonon Jakuzure	Nonon's eyes are replaced with @'s. Up until the 'forces them to be solid' part. It /kinda/ makes sense now. With eyes no longer glazed over, she notices Hien, who suddenly appears sitting next to her, feet on the seat before him! She gives a wave - but if she talked now, it'd be as bad as talking in class! It's guaranteed Gamagoori will view if she acted up or not, after this. Oh no. There's another sciency looking person. Nonon pops another bit of candy into her mouth, rolling the jawbreaker behind her teeth so she 100% stays at attention. She loses it at the word 'proclivity' eyes returning to be a more glazed over look, lost in the woods.
Hiei	"I'll burn it down." Hiei says as he continues to relax there in his chair. That isn't necessarily a question, though, so he adds, "Is the prison flammable?"
Souji Murasame	"Do mountains burn?" Souji replies dryly. "Additionally, they want the people inside to escape /alive/."
Tesla Armadia	"Certainly a valid reasoning for inquiring farther," Tesla replies. "And while I cannot reveal the specific data at this point, I can certainly give you the jist of it. Because for this, we are going big. In order to outspeed any potential external defenses and prevent early detection, a long range railcannon type weapon will be used to launch a number of hypersonic explosives at extreme velocity. Instead of carrying a traditional explosive payload which would be too heavy and unstable, they will be designed to produce a sequence of resonate hypersonic frequencies upon impact, destroying the very molecular bonds of the materials the Birdcage's hefty exterior is composed of. Essentially a portion of it is going to consume itself in its own explosion from the atomic level upwards to break in, leaving a gaping breach in the facility through which to enter and exit." That malicious grin mad scientists often sport comes back to her expression. "The only proper way to do this sort of thing is to hit them fast, and hit them BIG and LOUD enough that there is no doubt who they should be fearing afterwards." She holds out her hands. "Even if the majority of the supervillians are stopped or recaptured, the sheer audicity to attempt this is enough to make the so-called protectors of that world think again about crossing the Confederacy and our intentions." "Once inside there will certainly be plenty to burn, as well as whatever defenders and likely Union show up in an attempt to end our efforts. Futile as that will hopefully be."
Hiei	"I suppose I could also create some sort of chaos by taking control of the minds of the guards, and perhaps stealing security codes. Unless they have psychic defenses." Hiei suggests, then rests his head back against the chair.
Dracula Vlad Tepes	"Thank you, Tesla," Dracula remarks, nodding briefly to the scientist. "I believe we can coordinate further outside of this meeting. It sounds like you have plenty of support already, and I look forward to hearing of our imminent success in this matter." He turns his attention toward the wheelchair-bound Medusa next. "And next, we have Medusa, if she would be so kind as to come up briefly?"
Tesla Armadia	"Interested parties can speak to me when available. I will let you know once I have a sound time table set for the actual event, Dracular." That said Tesla steps down so the recently returned Medusa can take the stage.
Medusa Gorgon	For the most part Medusa has been quiet while the others have spoken, and one might wonder if she's fallen asleep again. However, when it's her turn to speak, the witch immediately raises her head and opens her eyes, a determined resolve easily read on her face. She gestures for Sanary to wheel her up to the podium. It seems like she's not about to rise up from her wheelchair though. Instead she remains seated as she begins addressing the council at large. "... first of all," Medusa clears her throat, doing her best to speak up. Her voice is weak however, as if she is unused to speaking. "Let me offer my eternal gratitude to those who assisted me. Not all the details are entirely clear to me, but..." The woman takes a quick pause to breathe. "I have a couple of theories about what happened after I was killed, but I will save those for a report." Because she can spend the little energy she has far better. "For now my body will be weak, so I'm... afraid I won't be able to assist you in the field. However... I assume I will be able to return to medical duties within a few days as I'm only physically weakened." She glances around the room. "I will spend the next days until then trying to get caught up on what has happened within the Confederacy... and outside." There's another pause as she considers those gathered. "... any questions?" Why speak longer than necessary when she is tired?
Dracula Vlad Tepes	Dracula does, at least, offer a polite smile to Medusa. "It is certainly a pleasure to have you back, Medusa. Take whatever time you need to recover physically, and I'm certain many will be willing to catch you up on what has come to pass since your departure in the meantime. Please feel free to request any assistance you may need." The Field Marshal turns his gaze to Souji, next, gesturing to the youth with a nod. "I believe Souji now has some updates on the events of his world, if he would kindly step up."
Souji Murasame	It is at this time that Souji stands and moves up to the podium. He looks over the Elites present, quiet for a moment as he taps on his mPad. Once complete, he looks over those present. "Ladies, Gentlemen, and Others of the Confederacy. To those of you who are unfamiliar, I am Souji Murasame, VP and heir of the Murasame Zaibatsu, an industrial manufacturing conglomerate from the world of Galianda. Officially, I am not a part of your organization, but it had been determined that working alongside you all would be to our mutual benefit, and so arrangements had been made to provide as much support to the Confederacy as we can until such time as we can openly back you." He pauses, smiling faintly. "That time will be coming." He lets that hang in the air for a moment, but then gestures to his mPad. "But to business. The current state of affairs in my world has opened up possible opportunities for those of the confederacy should they be interested. A recent political upheval had created a powerful bloc of military power called the Shivan Confederacy under the command of a man named Harald Wolf-Lord, and he has chosen to exercise this power by defying the de facto ruling monarchy of our land." The hologram shows a rugged, frozen landscape with snowbound villages, icy crags, and frost-themed wildlife. In the distance is a large domed city. "The land of Shiva is harsh and unforgiving, much like its people. In order to alleviate that, The land of Ramuh has created Domepoli, magitechnolgocal fortified domes that abate the external dangers of Shiva. In exchange, the people within answer to the laws of Ramuh, not Shiva. This is the casus belli that Harald has used to begin his war."
Souji Murasame	He gestures again, pictures of Harald Wolf-Lord (of Shiva) on one side and Rychards al Cid (of Ramuh) on the other. "Harald has brave but undisciplined warriors. He also faces a technological disadvantage, but he is quite rich thanks to the nature of Shiva's... plunder-based economy. Rycharde al Cid is the ruling monarch of my land, Ramuh. Their military is technologically advanced, disciplined, and well-maintained, but this also means the al Cid dynasty does not have the same scale of additional funds to devote to those who wish to intervene." A listing of PROS and CONS appears on each side: SHIVANS: + Rich + Better equipment market + More open to unorthodox arrangements + Superior knowledge of battle area - Militarily disadvantaged - Lack of Organization RAMUHANS: + Legitimate ruling party + Influential + Superior Military - Logistics Issues - Inferior market for Military goods - Resistant to Unorthodox Arrangements
Souji Murasame	Souji, at this point, turns back to those assembled. "I do not have a stake in either side winning. All I care about is that the battles occur and that the al Cids are weakened, even if they win regardless. You can feel free to sell weapons or directly intervene in any manner you see fit. If you require disguises, ID, or background assistance, the Zaibatsu can provide it." The presentation winks out. "If there are any questions, please ask and I will endeavor to answer."
Taro	Taro tends to speak very little at these meetings, and so far he's staying true to form. He's too busy watching and listening. Just because he has no notepad or datapad in hand doesn't mean he isn't taking meticulous notes. He will have question, but asked later, and much more likely in private conversation.
Hiei	"Why don't you simply kill a bunch of people in their ruling party to throw them into chaos?" Hiei asks as he opens his eyes, temporarily not appearing to be a bored child sitting through a seminar. "I already killed a bunch of the other side, though I have no idea why. I was bored and wanted to see what would happen."
Souji Murasame	"Because I have my position to consider. I cannot personally become involved in the war." Souji explains. "If I directly take the field against the al Cids, I would be guilty of treason, and my position is not prepared to deal with the consequences of that at this time." He responds. "You, however, have no such connections or cares."
Hiei	"Then I'll murder the al Cids. Problem solved." Hiei offers, then closes his eyes again.
Souji Murasame	"You would not be the first to attempt such. Be prepared for stiff resistance." Souji replies. He takes up his mPad, and then heads back to his place.
Dracula Vlad Tepes	The Field Marshal listens carefully to Souji's statement, then offers a short nod of understanding. "It sounds like there is plenty for us to do there, then. Others will certainly approach you outside of the meeting, I am sure; this information may best be placed on our boards, as well, for easier reference. Thank you, Murasame." After that, Dracula looks out to the audience again. "We have a few more new recruits who wish to introduce themselves now. MORDRED, if you would?"
Project MORDRED	Once it's his turn to take the floor, MORDRED yet again rises. He starts with a bow towards Dracula, then takes his time to sweep his gaze across all present, eyes lingering longer on those he knows, and those he believes to be important or interesting. Only then does he speak. "Hail and well met, it is my pleasure to be among you tonight. I am MORDRED, and I have joined the Confederacy to seek allies for my cause. Of course, an alliance is a two-way street, and as such I am open to assisting those who need help with their cause." His eyes linger on Souji first, and Medusa second, "Some of you have already received my aid." MORDRED takes a pause, just to let people think for a brief moment. "My cause is simple to frame, I believe my father to be an unjust ruler and I seek to deprive him from his throne. I do not desire to go into detail about the issues I have with tonight, and I'm nowhere near ready to strike at Avaluna Base as of yet, though I will not turn away those who would seek to help me already, I am currently more interested in proving that I can be useful to you. As such, I will detail what I can do for you." Without any seeming direct instruction, a hologram projection displays a sleek black metal robot, armed with two weapons. Some kind of broadsword and some kind of longarm shaped like a lance. "This is Glare-NT, my Armour. Fifteen feet and one inch tall, it is a machine designed for heavy combat purposes; both against other Armour and against a kind of self-aware robot known as an 'Emergent.' Without going into details about their origins and their nature, they are a varied lot, ranging from about half as large as a suit of Armour to the main body of MerGN-A, who is on par with a small moon and serves as a base and leader of the Emergent. I am most comfortable fighting inside my Armour, and so I'm not the best choice of ally for fighting in cramped spaces." "In return for my aid, I currently only seek resources to fund my future strike at Avaluna Base. I do not yet know the capabilities of most of you, and I would wish to learn you better before I accept any favors, lest it turns out I have no use for those down the line. My rates are, or so I believe, more than reasonable." He once more looks around the room, looking into every set of eyes present briefly, with inerrant accuracy. "Any questions?"
Nonon Jakuzure	Do it BIG and LOUD? That's /certainly/ something that Nonon can do, at least. That she understands! The war that is going on is interesting to Nonon, but that is something definitely to talk to Satsuki about before getting involved. So that's what the battle in Denver was fought about. Look at that! Nodding her head, she glances over to Hien as he talks. "Going for extra credit?" She muses, whispering. "Well look who's up, it's MORDy!"
Allenby Beardsley	"Yeah, I got one!" Sometime during the course of all the talking, Allenby had put her game away and actually started paying attention. It's hard to say when but she's definitely talking now. All the other scientists on her team turn to stare at her as she does. "Does your father have an Armour of his own and is he /strong/?"
Hiei	"Everything I agree to and succeed at doing will bring me one step closer to freedom." Hiei says to Nonon without opening his eyes or really moving his head at all.
Souji Murasame	Souji listens to MORDRED's introduction. He meets the man's gaze, and nods in response. He saw what you did there. "If that is your desire, you will have my assistance." Souji responds. "My connections provide me with a good resource base that can be used to supply you with arms or armor. Custom designs, however, may require some time to complete and prototype. You are always welcome to hire KIRIN for aid as well. Adamant Squad is prepared to deploy upon receipt of a contract. The Confederacy, of course, has preferential rates."
Medusa Gorgon	As she has been wheeled back away from the podium and among the other Confederates. Though she does seem to pay more attention when MORDRED takes the podium. He was among those who retrieved her from that place yesterday after all, and she catches the hint very well. It's only polite to aid him in return, isn't it? Which does make her want to ask him a simple question. The witch carefully raises her hand, keeping it up until she is acknowledged. Then she speaks up as loudly as she can. "Are there any specific resources you require...?
T-elos	T-elos is still standing right where she ended up. "Interesting," she says. "Is this the personal project you were asking me about?"
Lu-Mey	Type type type! Lu-Mey pauses taking the minutes for a moment to adjust her glasses. Then resumes machinegun typing every single thing everyone says. Anyone looking closely will see her fingers moving in ways they really should not.
Project MORDRED	In response to Allenby, the Hologram changes. Most of the differences are subtle, it's clearly a variant of the same design. "This is Calibur-N, and my father has become the High King through a combination of personal excellence in combat, charisma, a distinct sense of strategy, and the invaluable assistance of the Emergent MerLN, I would treat him as a major threat, and would advice against underestimating him." The hologram then is disabled, leaving the air in front of MORDRED empty of distractions. MORDRED's gaze goes back to Souji, "I will talk to you about those arms and armour designs later, see if we can work something out after going into technological details beyond the scope of this meeting." His otherwise emotionless face briefly stretches into the hint of a smile, "As for mercenary aid, I believe that is currently premature, but I will keep the offer in mind." The Space Knight addresses Medusa Gorgin next, "I'm mainly interested in the resources required to fuel a war, though I would prefer to settle my conflict in a simple duel, the fact is my father is unlikely to agree to one unless I can force one upon him. Anything that can help work towards that is welcome." He then adds in a somewhat compassionate tone, "But this is nothing that is in any need of happening now. Please, allow yourself to recover." To T-elos, MORDRED simply says, "Yes and no. It's one of them, but not the only one. I'd like to discuss the details with you in another setting, I do not wish to uphold this council indefinitely for matters that are of little concern to most of those present."
Dracula Vlad Tepes	Dracula nods to MORDRED, smiling faintly. "Thank you, MORDRED. I believe we can provide some assistance to that personal project, if you would speak with your allies as things progress. For now, however, welcome to the Confederacy, and I look forward to seeing your continued service." And then he turns to Nonon, offering a nod toward her. "And last for the evening, we have Nonon. Please, come up."
Nonon Jakuzure	Nonon nods, well - she doesn't even know why he's not free - but still.. "What then?" She asks, but suddenly is addressed. Oh, it's her turn? Nonon glances up and around, thinking for a moment back to T-elos' introduction. Easy as a 1 and a 2 and a 3! Getting up to her feet, which requires a bit of a push and a small hop off of the chair, Nonon nods to the three behind her and gives them a wink! That's the With a twirl of the baton, Nonon literately marches to the middle with the three woman ensamble playing a very low-key version of the Honnoujin Academy 'theme', since of course, every Academy has one! The music is not too bad, at least, for a three woman show! To bring her entire band along would probably be over doing it, even for her! As she reaches the middle of the room, she twists the conductors baton, better called a 'mace', and with that, silences the three following her, bowing to Dracula and the rest of the room. Slightly under four feet and with a rediculous drummer looking outfit, Nonon rises again. "So this is my Intro~.I'll keep this performance a bit brief, and staccato!" To the more musically inclined, she's repeating herself. "So keep your ears sharp, because there likely won't be an encore.~" This has probably told a lot about her that people really need to know, honestly. However, it doesn't stick around forever. "I'm Nonon Jakuzure, Chairwoman of the Non-Athletic Clubs at Honnouji Academy, under Satsuki Kiryuin. As such, I'll be relaying everything to her today as well." She informs! It is, however, not all about Satsuki here! She has to stand on her own two feet! Her hands clasp before her. "I might've been a bit scarce before, but with the Natural's Election over with, I've had quite a bit of rest. In order to strengthen the Alliance between Honnoujin Academy and the Confederacy, Lady Satsuki has given me the freedom to assist anyone and any Confederate project, going so far as to allow the clubs I oversee to take part as well." She states, calmly, hands behind her back, grasping the baton, holding it to the small of her back. "While my clubs aren't as strong as the Athletic Clubs, the students are quite specialized, and after the recent election - are the very best that Honnouji can offer~! You'll see I'm quite the Conductor. Of course, we'd have to talk if you're looking for something in particular!" "Ahhh, I said I'd be short, didn't I? Well, for the finale, I'd like to present what I can do! While we're not as strong as Lady Satsuki, each of the Elite Four of Honnouji are specialized and the very clothes we wear are tailored for it~." Of course, she can't just transform /right in the middle/. It's not that she has shame, just that it'd probably be a waste - and maybe a tad too large. "The Film Club has a few clips that best explain what I do, if you are interested, but to summarize, I like to do things big and loud and put on a show~." The screens would show short clips from the election - mainly the transformation from Nonon into her Regalia - which is a rather sizable pink musical tank/airship with her on the front that fires notes, cymbals, etc as blades, shockwaves of music so loud people are launched away and missiles shaped like flutes/oboes/etc. Obviously none of the clips show her being taken out.
Sanary Rondel	Sanary's hard at work moving Medusa wherever she needs to be, focusing mostly on trying to process all the information coming her way with each speaker. She's beeng ood about being quiet throughout the night, although she does finally raise a hand to speak up again once Nonon's video plays finishes. "Hey, Nonon. That transforming thing you did... I remember seeing a lot of that back during the Natural's Election. Is that something that anyone can learn, or is it only for students from Honnouji?"
Nonon Jakuzure	"Anyone can! Of course, that only happens with three-star uniforms, and so far only the Elite four of Honnouji Academy have them because of our positions. With the Election being over, it's unlikely Lady Satsuki would just privde one~." She answers, though adds, "But I'm not her, so maybe?" With that, she takes her baton and walks back, sitting back nearby Hiei, placing the baton in her lap.
Dracula Vlad Tepes	Dracula offers a brief nod of acknowledgement to Nonon as she returns to her seat. "Thank you, Nonon. Again, it is a pleasure to have you here with us. I am sure your success with Satsuki will continue with the rest of the Confederacy." Once the podium is clear, Dracula returns to it himself, standing tall and straight as he looks out at the assembled Elites. "We have some other matters to keep in mind, as well as what has been addressed so far tonight. First, we have Paragon City, which is already known to be full of various targets from labs to bases to magical resources. Local gangs or supervillains could be swayed into Confederate resources, and as we have learned, Vasilikos Laboratories is a prime target for research and technological gains, whether we are to obtain it by force or diplomatic means. I would, however, suggest that any Confederates interested conform to the world's standards and take up 'supervillain' identities in order to avoid forcing the world into a premature Union alliance." "Second, there is the world I believe is referred to as Scorched Earth, which holds highly uncommon power-generating technology including high-yield solar panels and highly potent batteries. The KOAN Cores present there can even convert entropic power sources into /usable/ energy sources, and I believe obtaining even a few of these could very beneficially aid several ongoing Confederate projects, and the GARDEN technology which operates to restore life to barren worlds. Anyone interested in such things should certainly turn their eyes in that direction." Dracula frowns slightly, then, his arms folding over his chest. "And, last, is a matter I have a personal interest in. Walter Bernhard, an extremely powerful vampire whom I used to obtain my own station, has recently identified himself on the open broadband. If he is aware of me in his own world, he could prove...troublesome, but at the same time, he could also prove to be an interesting and powerful ally. His castle resides in the Forest of Eternal Night, and I would /highly/ recommend attempting to sway him to our cause. Or, if not, ensuring that he and his castle cannot serve to create a threat. He is powerful, however, nearly as much as I; I would suggest caution, if he is approached." His cordial smile returns, then, as he folds his arms behind his back. "With all that said, I thank you all again for your time today. I believe we have several useful tasks present for our focus now, and I would encourage you all to look into what your allies are doing if you find yourself lacking in ways to make yourselves useful. As long as we continue to remain aware of Confederate endeavors, our success will be inevitable."