The Dead Savant

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  1. Lord Regal

    Lord Regal The West Team Sheriff

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    Well, he hadn't had too much hope, but Giles still sighed internally as Toby gave a less than helpful answer about why he needed to come on this trip. It felt like he just lived off gut instincts, intuition and feelings. Which was all fine and good in a normal climate, but with the PRD-01 they were pushing their luck running about like this. After all, he was one of the most hunted Savants, and Toby had mentioned being on the run from them as well so his life wasn't all sunshine and roses where they were concerned either. Still, the younger guy had a perfect track record so far of not being in situations that could get them both in trouble, so...the former aristocrat supposed he should show him the trust that he'd earned. Besides, at this point he was a good few states away from home. Not like he was going to bail out with any sort of success. Forwards, then. The only way he could go. "Alright...I'll take your word for it. I'm just curious what's drawing you there...it's across the country. Your uh..." Here he paused and looked around to make sure they weren't likely to be overheard. "...Sixth sense doesn't have a range limit, I take it?" He didn't know if that's what directed Toby all over the place, but that's sure as heck what it felt like...always showing up exactly where he wanted to be when he wanted to be there...that certainly wasn't normal...
     
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    Fighting back the desire to tell English where she could ram her judgemental look and to mind her own damn business, Dante quietly listened as Kasumi provided them with what was probably the most useful piece of information he'd ever received from his former colleagues in the FBI. Angel was on her way to a private airfield, with a minimal security detail and was also being accompanied by their old pal Markus making the opportunity to liberate them both too good to miss.

    With his fingers still interlaced with Tonya's Dante would examine the pictures of the airfield and its small collection of buildings and hangars before making any form of reply to the others "Damn right I don't trust you...but this I can use..." he growled, ignoring the sermon about not rushing in, and how Raypool would be too well protected to tackle head on.

    The way he saw it the best time to retrieve Angel and Markus would be whilst they were on the plane and airborne thus eliminating any potential reinforcements from arriving, not to mention the fact that the security team on the plane wouldn’t be expecting an attack. In fact the whole plan was fairly straight forward; infiltrate Tonya and Liu onto the plane dressed as stewardesses with a pair of silenced weapons hidden in the galley, wait until they were airborne and then quietly eliminate the security team before then jumping somewhere nearby with Angel and Markus in tow. There was only one flaw in the plan; Tonya.

    As much as he loved her there was too much riding on her keeping it all together and Dante simply couldn’t risk losing what could be his only opportunity to free Angel from Raypool’s clutches, not to mention Tonya...no, as much as it pained him to do so she was off the team. Unfortunately by benching Tonya they would be unable to simply teleport off of the plane once they were finished meaning that they would either have to jump out of the plane which was difficult enough to do at the best of times let alone with an unwilling passenger, or land the plane somewhere else which would be great if Dante knew how to land a plane...or had a runway to land it on “I don’t suppose any of you guys know how fly a plane?” Dante asked the others, hoping that if he could solve the problem of finding a pilot then he could concentrate on the relatively task of finding them somewhere safe to land.
     
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    It was a bit of a surprise to learn that Ash was in Kasumi’s head, but cyberpathy had always been one of the... weirder powers so the reveal wasn’t completely out of the blue. Unlike Dante however, Liu was grateful that that Ash was still around - the advantages of having the AI on their side were far too great to ignore and certainly much better than having it used against the Resistance.

    Changing the subject, Ashley suggested that the group relocate to the Resistance headquarters and the group, minus Dante, were summarily teleported to a tunnel that Liu presumed led into the base itself. It seemed that Tonya wanted to have a private conversation with Dante, so the rest of the group waited in the tunnel for them to return. Liu was still uncomfortable with the idea of starting a conversation with Trixie again, so just stood in silence as the minutes passed by. After a while, Tonya and Dante materialized in the tunnel. The pair both seemed to be slightly on edge for some reason, but Liu saw no reason to pry into private matters so didn’t mention it.

    Liu listened as Kasumi gave the group a briefing on their current opportunities. The small airfield with the limited security force presented an ideal opportunity to grab their targets and get out of there with comparatively low risk. Raypool certainly likes giving us chances to strike back. The question now was how would they go about extracting their two targets? Disguises were definitely a bad idea, the crew for the airplane would likely be fairly limited in numbers and would recognise if someone was pretending to be part of the crew. The easiest way to get on board would likely be using Trixie and Tonya’s powers together, but Liu couldn’t imagine that sitting well with Dante, who seemed to have other plans anyways.

    “I’m too… short to pilot a plane. Besides, hijacking a plane in US airspace sounds like a terrible idea, especially considering they’re treating us like terrorists right now.” Liu replied to Dante. Hopefully someone else would come up with a better idea...
     
  4. Zemelci

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    Toby
    As Giles asked Toby about his “sixth sense”, Toby shrugged nonchalantly and finished the bite of Chinese food in his mouth, figuring out how quite to respond in the time it took him to swallow. “Not that I’ve found out yet. I’ve not gone that far admittedly, only Florida or so, but I always seem to figure out what I’m supposed to be doing with enough time and space to think about it. And now I feel like I should go to Woodstock, and I feel like you ought to come too. Once we’re there, I might have a better idea of what we want, might not. I guess we’ll see”. With a noncommittal shrug, Toby ate the last forkful of his meal, enjoying the flavours in his mouth. It wasn’t the best food he’d ever had, but it was good for a truck stop.

    With the pair having finished eating now, they disposed of the waste in a bin, making their way out of the truck stop and heading to a nearby bus stop, where Toby used a crumpled $20 to buy Giles and himself bus tickets to take them around the edge of the city. The ride was relatively quick and, whilst not the most direct route, it avoided much of the traffic that seemed to plague the rest of the city. The pair made good time and as Toby looked at his battered wristwatch he saw that they had twenty minutes or so leeway to make their connection.

    Not a long while later, the pair stood outside the connection in question, Toby opening the door up so that Giles could enter before clambering in himself, closing the door behind them. The truck appeared to be some kind of furniture haulage, with large wooden boxes with arrows directing the way up that they should be and labels marking their contents. The wooden crates were sturdy and, making their way to the furthest point into the truck storage area, Toby swung himself up onto one of the crates, motioning for Giles to join him. They were more than capable of taking the pair’s weight and it made for a more comfortable seat than the floor, Toby found. Pulling his tennis ball out of his pocket, he threw it up in the air above his face, catching it as it fell back towards him. The laconic motion brought him a sense of pleasure, and he continued with the action as the truck’s engine trundled to life and the truck, complete with the two of them began to move off. Another eleven hours or so of journey lay ahead of them before they reached Woodstock. Before things descended into complete quiet, however, Toby decided to pitch a question to Giles. “If you were going to be a hero from a story, who would you be, and why?”

    The question thrown out there, Toby followed it with the tennis ball, his eyes lazily tracking it, reaching up again to grasp it as it near completed its descent into his face. If Giles wanted to give a long reply and to start a discussion, that was fine to Toby. If he just wanted to sleep, that was fine to Toby. They had eleven hours. For now, the world was fine.
     
  5. Lord Regal

    Lord Regal The West Team Sheriff

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    Another truck, another long drive. Giles wasn't claustrophobic, but he was very much looking forward to being done with this trip, one way or another. Still, it wasn't exactly a harrowing experience, seeing as they were hidden from view and all. He didn't think the ETSQ were that paranoid to be stopping random trucks. It was shaping up to be a quiet trip when the question was posed about what hero he'd like to be from a story. With a frown, he pondered for several moments, then sighed. "I don't know. So many heroes are boiled down. Either they're unattainable perfection, or only good for one character trait. I never wanted to be that one-dimensional. I wanted to help people, sure, and I'll admit I was hoping for some recognition, but I never pictured myself as any hero from a book or movie. I guess I wanted to make my own mark, not be considered the real life Superman, you know?" The former aristocrat fell silent, still frowning as he considered the question further. After a time, he sighed and shook his head. "What about you?" It was nice to be in a conversation where there was no digging, no judging, nothing that would be considered prying. He'd had so few of them since...all people wanting to know how he wound up homeless, Rachel and later Toby pushing to hear what had interfered with his life so much...there was no pressure here. And it was so, so nice.
     
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    "I hate to break it to you Tinkerbell but we Are terrorists so you can forget all that goodie two shoes Robin Hood crap as it's liable to get you killed" Dante drawled, reluctantly admitting that she did have a point and that trying to actually fly and land a hijacked plane would probably result in them being shot down by a pair of interceptors. And so with that option now off of the table he moved on to other potential options "what about the road into the base? Any chance we could set an ambush and hit them before they arrive?" he asked, once again figuring that the fewer people there were around then the better their chances of success.
     
  7. Zemelci

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    Giles’ response was understandable, the idea that he wanted to make his mark but still be seen as the fully developed person he was, not be tied in with a single power or trait. As he flipped the question and returned it to Toby, the man stopped to think for a minute, the ball resting in his hands as he pondered his options for a second. “I think I’d choose Green Lantern”. The ball lazily drifted back into the air, dropping into Toby’s hands once more as he gave his explanation. “The idea that so long as you hope for something enough, that you will for it with all your strength, you can make it happen. It’s a nice thought to hold on to”. Toby paused for a second, enjoying the sensation of the truck bumping along the highway, beginning the final leg of their journey that would take them through Colombus and onto Woodstock. Only about ten hours stood between them and their destination, and Toby intended to spend as much of it in conversation as possible. Talking, after all, was one of the more fun ways to pass the time. With a flick of his wrist, sent the ball up in the air, dropping down towards Giles. “Your turn. What question would you like to hear the answer to?”
     
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    Toby's choice of hero was Green Lantern, that he wanted to be able to make things happen by wanting them to. "Just so long as you're not talking about the movie version, I'm ok with that," Giles responded, amusement present in his words if not his demeanor. "Green is a good color, too. Been a while since I've been colored in a fun way for any length of time. Miss it." This brief plunge into melancholy was averted by Toby saying it was Giles' turn to ask a question. He puzzled for a moment before nodding. "Say all this settles down and you don't need to run anymore. What's a dream job for you? Not just what you think you can do right away, but what's the goal?" The former aristocrat liked the idea that everything would end someday, that he'd be able to not hide and go on with his life. Toby had to feel the same in his mind, and a question that focused on a positive future was the right move in his opinion. Less likely to go back to questions about the recent past if the conversation moved to the future. Giles stretched out a little as he waited for his companion's response, searching for the optimal comfort position in the back of a semi. Which was a task he had to admit to himself he'd never have thought he'd need to do. At least it was better than doing so from a prison cell...
     
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    Giles didn’t take too long to settle on his question, asking Toby what he would do with himself if the present ‘crisis’, as the media seemed to currently call it, came to an end and he could do as he wished. Toby cocked his head, pondering the question, his mind drawing a blank. He stared into the roof of the lorry, his body in the truck, his mind far off. After half a minute of silence, he shook his head and looked towards Giles again, holding his hand up ready to catch in case the other man saw fit to send the tennis ball back in his direction. “I don’t know. I’ve no idea. It’s just not something I’ve really considered much, just been focused generally on the next couple of days and weeks at a time, keeping my feet firmly planted on the ground, going where I think I ought to go, doing what I think I ought to do”. It wasn’t much of an answer, and Toby felt slightly bad in that regard, but he really just couldn’t think of what he’d do with himself. He was too busy ambling about doing stuff now to think about the future, he’d always been that way. “Sorry, not much help that. What about you, what would you do with yourself if this all went away?”
     
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    Giles tossed the ball back to Toby as he thought, something to do more than anything else...plus it seemed as though the young guy was using the menial task as a way to focus. The answer came back somewhat surprising the former aristocrat. "No plan? No aspirations or anything?" He shook his head, looking over at his companion with a wry expression. "I'm sounding old when I say it, but you should think about it. One way or another, this will end. Racism of any kind has been thwarted eventually. Even if it's not here, it'll go down. Can't hurt to have a plan ready." The unsurprising return of his question prompted a shrug, and slight hesitation. "I like the idea of going to college. Didn't when...when most kids my age would have, and never really considered it. Recent events though have somewhat inspired me. I like the idea of teaching, maybe PE or something, can't imagine I'd be much good at more academic subjects. Teach kids to have fun exercising, inspire the overweight one who knows he's different in a way that at his age probably is more the fault of his parents than himself...it's a nice vision, anyway. Gives me something to strive for if nothing else. Don't have a whole lot of that otherwise." Giles shrugged and fell silent, his piece said. After a moment of tossing the ball back and forth, he added, "your turn."
     
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    As he flicked the ball up into the air, watching it spin, he nodded at Giles’ answer. Wanting to be a teacher, to help others, he could understand that. Now it was his turn to ask a question. Toby pondered for a second, musing on what would be a good question to ask. The ball landed in his hand and he held it for a moment, before sending it upwards again with a lazy flick, the ball dropping down towards Giles, followed by his question. “If you could talk with anyone who ever existed, who would it be?” Unlike the previous question, there was no chance of him disappointing with a lack of answer, and it was usually a good one at finding out who someone’s heroes or villains were. With the ball in Giles’ court, Toby tapped his fingers on the metal beneath him, his left hand feeling the fidget cube tucked away in his pocket, deciding to leave it away for now, whilst they were still using the tennis ball.
     
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    Lord Regal The West Team Sheriff

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    The ball came spinning back to Giles, accompanied by a question. An innocent question, and one he couldn't blame Toby for...but all the same it was a punch to the gut. Out of everyone who ever existed, who would he talk to? The obvious "correct" answer was a dead celebrity, maybe a president or something, or a hero of old. It was a question designed towards finding out who your hero was, your idol, or someone you just plain looked up to. But the answer the former aristocrat knew was the right one wasn't any of those. Well, maybe the look up to thing, but all the same, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that the truthful answer was who his mind had jumped to wasn't who Toby was expecting. His hand went out to catch the ball, though he whiffed by a good few inches. After retrieving it, he returned to his crate, running his fingers over the material of the sphere. He owed Toby a truthful answer, but how truthful? He didn't want to open the can of worms...not when they were in an enclosed space like this for the next however long. That meant not being completely honest. The truth then, but obfuscating the core of the matter. He could get through that much...after all, the guy across from him knew the gist of what had happened already.

    "I...would want to talk to the person I let die. Not my brother...he'd just be mad that I wasted the wish on him, but...the other. I would just want to...tell them I'm sorry...that I shouldn't have let them go off on their own. That I should have realized it was a trap. That I should have broken free. That I...I should have stopped the shot...I should have...taken it myself..." Still staring at the ball, Giles seemed unaware that he was crying, his voice still steady. "That I should have agreed with them about leaving. That I should have split off with them, so they wouldn't be alone. That I...I'm sorry. And that...that I'll regret letting them die...for the rest of my life. My brother asked me to kill him. I think...I think in time...I can use that to come to peace with what I did to him. But...I have nothing...nothing to reconcile my failure for the other...it was my fault. I had so many opportunities. I could have done something. And in the end...I was an idiot, and they died." He fell silent, then blinked, confused. "D-damn it..." he muttered, wiping his face clear of tears with irritation. He lobbed the ball back to Toby, eyes downcast. "Sorry...not what you were expecting, I'm sure. Didn't mean to throw a damper on Q&A time..."
     
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    As Giles begin to respond, Toby could sense that something was off in the aristocrat’s manner. It seemed the question had brought up the instance of the two people whose deaths were intrinsically linked to the man’s actions. As the aristocrat began to cry, staring at the ball. Toby slipped to his feet and crossed over to where Giles was, sitting down next to him. He waited until Giles had finished saying what he wanted to say, and reached his hand into his pocket. “It’s okay to cry, you know. It’s just us in here, the driver can’t hear anything. Missing someone who’s gone is understandable, and feeling like you should have done more to save them is natural, even if you couldn’t have. For now though…” Toby pulled the fidget cube out of his pocket and offered it gently to the other man. “Have a turn with this until you feel more like yourself.
     
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    With his temper already rather fizzy from his brief domestic with Tonya it didn't take much for it to flare up again with the group of so called "freedom fighters" providing all the fuel he needed with the clueless looks he was getting in response to what he felt had been a sensible suggestion on how to extract Angel, no...Adriel, better get used to calling her that if he was going to have any chance of putting right what had been done to her. But first he had to actually free her from Raypool's clutches and he wouldn't be able to do that with this useless bunch calling the shots.

    Pinching the bridge of his nose Dante would slowly and silently count to ten in an attempt to soothe his temper before speaking again, he owed it to Tonya to at least make an attempt at making this work “Tonya…am I asking too much here?” he asked the former intelligence officer beside him in a weary voice, sighing heavily before continuing in the same world weary tone “…I mean I know I’m working with civilians here but…These aren’t difficult questions I’m asking, are they?” he asked, waiting long enough for Tonya to provide him with an answer if she so desired, though the questions were pretty damn rhetorical before dropping his hand from his face to offer the so called resistance a contemptuous glare as he growled at them “ok, I’m going to ask you one last time…Can we attack the convoy carrying Adriel and Marcus, on the road, Before it reaches the air base? Now if you guys can’t do this, then say so and I’ll hire a group of mercenaries, Non-Savant mercenaries, to pull this off! I mean…gods dammit! You’re supposed to be a clear and present threat to society and you can’t even organise a simple rescue mission! No wonder we’re losing!” Dante snarled wondering how they had lasted even this long with the DSRP hunting them down and picking them off one by one “now you guys need to stop playing around and fight like you intend to win this war, or I will do this by myself! Now can you do this or not?”