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Post by wisdom on Oct 14, 2009 18:42:56 GMT
“I assume by helmeted head you’re talking about the walking, talking fridge magnet.” His tone indicated it was a question, the former spy having already worked out who he meant merely by the descriptor of ‘bucket head’. Of course it was kind of amusing to hear the words coming out of someone like Cain, who for all intents and purposes seemed to share Magneto’s love of archaic headwear. “Where you bitten by a melon as a child by any chance? Because you do seem to be having an ungodly fascination with them at the moment.” He joked as he took his shot, equally only touching his intending targets without much luck beyond that.
“Devil dogs, eh? I’d rather not share a house with a bunch of marines if it’s all the same” Pete smirked and leant on the wall, leaning his cue stick next to him as he retrieved his beer. He understood Cain’s point though, and Pete was on the same page when it came to the X-men and their seemingly lacking approach to difficult situations. “I agree though, I respect your brother’s commitment to his ideals, I really do, and the world would be a much better place if we all shared them.” He shrugged lightly and took a sip from his beer before continuing, “But the fact is we don’t, and in all likelihood never will. And it’s because of that I agree with you., there needs to be something in place that’s willing to make the hard choices.”
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Post by marko on Oct 16, 2009 4:00:07 GMT
He nodded his head slowly, and grinned "Yeah I kinda would like to see what his face would look like when I get done seeing if I can make the two sides of his helmet say hello." He just wanted to hurt someone right now, and oddly enough anyone on his brother's side wasn't the ones he wanted to hurt. "Naw, I'm just getting tired of these brainchild types..Oh I can F'n around in your head and you can't touch me." Growls a bit as his next shot shifts the table again. "I get my hands on them and they better damn well believe I'm gonna be doin a lot of touchin, and I do mean in the painful kind." He hated it when people were big and bad cause they did something different. If they want to be big and bad earn it. "If they gonna be tough crap then earn it. Get up and kill somebody, and somebody useful for a change." He shook his head and started to laugh. "Yeah I think I got bit on the a$$ by one when I was a kid. So I never really got to liking them much."
"Cool, I'm not the only one thinking that way. Maybe you should do something about it. If you do and it gets done let me know, I'll sign up and do some of the heavy liftin." He grinned a bit thinking about that. "Your shot" Downing the last of his beer he crushed the can in his hand and tossed it into the little blue bin. Damn, he was gettin soft.
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Post by wisdom on Oct 16, 2009 19:03:06 GMT
“Sage advice, mate. Just try not to tell any of our kids to go on a killing spree, eh? I’d rather not have to see that in my morning paper.” Not he seriously believed half the crap he read in the paper these days, the majority of it was lines and lines of anti-mutant propaganda or articles blown out of proportion just to sell copies. “But I get where you’re coming from. The ‘Put up or Shut up’ mentality, don’t play the ‘big dog’ if you don’t have the bite to back up the bark.” The emphasis he placed on the term big dog clearly spelt out his distaste for the idiom, it just sounded so... Crass.
He snorted and leant his head forward, regarding the floor for several seconds before he spoke up. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind, mate, I’ll certainly keep that in mind.” The fact was he was already making moves towards bringing such a thing to life, already working on a strategy to present to the man in charge. Things had to be done. Things the X-men couldn’t do, or rather they couldn’t do if they wished to retain their mentor’s ideals. He shelved his beer and grabbed up his cue once more, belting the white to pot one of the last coloured ball into a pocket without even stopping to line up the shot. Of course such a feat was somewhat blemished by the fact his cueball happened to follow said coloured ball into the aforementioned pocket. An advantage with a disadvantage. Something Pete Wisdom knew instinctively he would have to get used to seeing a lot more of given the current climate.
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Post by marko on Oct 16, 2009 20:04:05 GMT
He rubbed the back of his head a bit and nodded his head laughing. "Yeah you have a point there. Shouldn't be saying that too loud or one of those young impressionable minds that don't know it all might decide to listen to me." He chuckled a bit as he put the cue ball back onto the table, and took aim, he sank one of the many striped balls, but he was about ready hang his head until the eight ball stopped right on the edge of the pocket. "Oh shit that was close." He looked over at the guy and smiled. He was curious why he was all of a sudden so quiet about things and kept saying he'd keep that in mind. Then the old barn yard light went on above his head.
"You sly dog, you are working on something like this aren't you? Pete, cut me in, come on cut me in. I don't wanna go to the bad side if I have an option about breaking skulls. You gotta cut me in."
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Post by wisdom on Oct 16, 2009 20:44:42 GMT
Pete frowned thinly and thumbed along his jawbone, feeling the two day stubble as he thought carefully about the larger and older mutant’s words. Cain would be an asset if he ever got the green light there was no discounting that, the man had something of a unique skill set to say the least, not to mention his powers. But he also had a reputation for being something of a loose cannon, something he couldn’t really afford – especially with his own tendencies in the same area. That said he had been pretty much quiet in that regard lately, not to mention having actually started to redeem himself... The frown deepened. “Fine, you’re in. IF it goes ahead that is...”
“The truth is, whatever I put together has to work... And in that regard I could use a guy with your abilities.” He shrugged lightly and leant on his cue stick. “That said, you need to bring your A game if something does happen. We can’t afford cock-ups with this current climate.” He leant over the table and lined up the shot before continuing. “Of course, if I didn’t think you had an A game we wouldn’t even be having this conversation, so that won’t be a problem, eh?”
Pete smirked and potted the eight ball with relative ease, and for once with an easy shot he managed to keep his cue ball from sharing its fate. When the former spy spoke again, his tone was light and jokey once more, as if what he’d been talking about seconds before had never happened. “That’s a game, mate. Though considering our shoddy playing, I should probably hesitate to call it a game.”
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Post by marko on Oct 23, 2009 18:22:32 GMT
He looked over at the guy, and chuckled softly. "You just put me in the right situation and there is nothing that can stop me." He watched the eight ball get dropped into the pocket. "Thank the old gods that one is finished." He shook his head as he looked over at the guy he found he was feeling a bit of common interest with. "You got yourself a deal, lets just have some fun when it comes to doing it. Either way we can always push on the down low for it." He realized he was hanging around Kelly way too long cause he was starting to use her own slang. "Sorry about that I've been hanging around Princess too long." He chuckled a bit as he shook his head. In his head he was sure this thing could work, and it would let him walk the road of redemption, while getting the need to pound someone's face in at the same time.
"So Wisdom, whatcha wanna call this new team?"
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Post by wisdom on Oct 23, 2009 19:52:34 GMT
“Don’t worry, the way things are I doubt there will be a shortage of right situations, mate.” He snorted and placed the cue back on the rack and turned back to face the table. It would probably be true the way things were gearing up, especially with these sentinels and god knew what else floating around targeting mutants, not to mention threats from their own kind in the form of Magneto and co. Yeah, the next coming weeks and months would certainly be interesting to say the least. “Princess?” Pete frowned before an image danced before his eyes of a familiar student. “Let me guess, about five foot, blonde, cheerleader-esque, and has a lot to say? Don’t worry, I know the feeling.” He smirked and shook his head, mirroring the man’s actions.
“What am I going to call it?” He former spy frowned and leant on the Pool table, regarding the now vacant table. “Not sure, mate. Not really big into the whole naming scheme of things.” It was the truth, he hadn’t even ever bothered getting a codename, preferring just to go by “Pete Wisdom” and be done with it. And he had the same sort of feelings for this team, it wasn’t the sort of thing that needed a name, it was just a force.
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Post by marko on Oct 26, 2009 3:31:19 GMT
He chuckled when he listened to Pete describe Kelly to a tee. "Yep, don't forget she makes some killer sandwiches, at least if you like'em big." He was thinking about that and kinda wondered what class she was in and if he could get her out of it for one of her sandwiches. Then it was like a light clicked on above his head.
It was one of those rare moments in life when even the dumbest dog does something right. For Cain today this moment must have been it, cause he looked over the table at the guy. Slamming his hands down on the felt top he had a maniacal grin on his face as he chuckled a bit "X for the Gene that most of you guys share, Force for the simple power we will bring to any battle field. X-Force" He grinned thinking about it and smiled even bigger. "Hell its gotta be better than then the X-Men, what are they men that are now women?" He chuckled a bit and was sitting there and thinking about it. Yeah, that's an idea. Oh yeah that's a really big idea. Yeah.... He was getting way to caught up with this.
"Big BIG Guns. That's what we need, yeah we could hook up a 35 mm cannon up on the roof of one those SUV's down in the garage and call it the X-Tank..No the Force Tank. Yeah...." Yeah he was watching way too many Saturday morning cartoons with Kelly lately.
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Post by wisdom on Oct 29, 2009 19:51:11 GMT
X for the gene that most of you guys share. It was sometimes hard for Wisdom not to see Cain as anything other than a mutant, the man was practically a walking giant and poster boy for the use of steroids, not to mention that the whole idea of being given super powers by a shiny rock seemed ludicrous. Still, the fact remained that magic and mysticism seemed to exist out there, no matter how much you’d prefer otherwise.
“X-Force?” Pete frowned and scratched the back of his head as he considered the suggestion. He supposed it did go with the idea that it would be an opposing force for the threats facing mutant kid, but he wasn’t too keen on slapping on a X just for the sake of it. “Eh, I suppose it’ll do until we think of a better one.”
“Force Tank?” He snorted softly at the next suggestion the big man made, “Mate, we ain’t forming the bloody Thunderbirds.” Of course actually having a ‘Force Tank’ would be pretty handy Wisdom had to admit, just not really going with the whole black ops theme he was aiming the team towards. Besides the team would need to be covert, or at least as close to as possible. “We can’t exactly run around half inching stuff from your brother anyway, not without anyone noticing... And that’s kind of what we don’t want.”
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Post by marko on Nov 1, 2009 1:22:47 GMT
"Hey don't knock it before you try it, when you are getting shelled by mutant abilities like thick spit or something you will be screaming for a Force-Tank." He nodded his head sagely as he stood there and crossed his arms. Smiling he leaned over and got this co-conspirator look in his eyes. "So how about we do this, I'm strong enough, and you might be smart enough. We deal with all the dirty work, and you just find us a bunch of really easy girls for eye-candy. Shouldn't be too hard in this school." He grinned as he lite up another smoke, taking a full drag he looked up at the clock, glad that the game hadn't soaked up too much time, but he was having fun.
Thinking back he scratched the back of his head and looked at Wisdom. "So wonder if Charle's will really go for this. I kinda hope he does cause I really wouldn't mind bustin some heads open." He thought about things again and looked back at the table. "So we keep our jobs here, and act like good little X-Men while we go and get the job done behind their backs. Sounds like a good time to me."
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Post by wisdom on Nov 4, 2009 18:40:59 GMT
“True enough, but I was kind of aiming not to be constantly falling arse over head into the thick of things if possible. We go in, do what we do, get out. Clean, simple, and most importantly anonymous.” Pete frowned and scratched his chin slightly, “Of course there probably will be those moments were it all goes Pete Tong and we’ll probably miss the tank idea, but on a whole it isn’t the type of usual gear we’d be wanting to carry.”
“Might be smart enough?” He smirked and shook his head, the tone of his voice letting the bigger man know he wasn’t offended by the remark. The truth was Pete probably wasn’t smart enough to keep the team running on track, least not at the moment. “Well, I suppose only time will tell on that regard. And as for the really easy girls, probably should look further afield, eh? I mean, they are either too young for you, mate, or the type to play bloody operation on your noggin.”
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Post by marko on Nov 6, 2009 20:47:43 GMT
He thought about that and nodded his head. "Your right, I say we just go recruit from the Bunny Ranch in Nevada and go from there." He nodded his head and was actually serious, but he knew it wouldn't be that easy. Looking up he sighed as he wondered what was going to happen tomorrow when shit hit the fan and their lives were upside down. Taking another drag he chuckled. "Well, I can see where the tank might not be standard equipment. Oh well, was an idea. Dang good bye Force Tank." He looked over at him and chuckled. "Maybe we can find you a sword that will put a spot light in the sky with a big XF in the middle of it." He kicked back and threw Wisdom another beer as he popped his open. Drinking was a habit of Cain's that he rather not forget about cause it made life so much more interesting.
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Post by wisdom on Nov 9, 2009 14:59:16 GMT
“Bunny Ranch in Nevada...? You’re kidding, right? Please tell me you’re kidding. ” Pete palmed his face and sighed dramatically, however his tone suggested he was joking. He took a drag on his cigarette and rethought over the idea of the Force tank. Well, not the Force tank per se, but rather what equipment the team, unit, force, whatever would need. “ “I’ll see what the Professor has in way of spare equipment laying about that we can tart up a bit, might not be anything like the Force Tank, but we can see what we can rustle up.”
“Been watching too many Batman and Robin episodes there mate, o’ course if you’re that into men in spandex maybe you’re joining the wrong team after all, eh?” He caught the can, almost staggering from the force of the throw, and popped it open. Like Cain, Wisdom had a fine appreciation for the wonders of drinking, having crawled in and out of a bottle on numerous occasions, but having yet to crawl away from. It, along with smoking, was one of his few relaxation methods left available to him, and he probably wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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Post by marko on Nov 9, 2009 15:19:52 GMT
“Yeah yeah I’m joking, although I don’t see much of a difference with the women here, and the women from there.” He shook his head as he looked over at Pete, he was thinking of one thing and that was where would they train up the new recruits. “So I know there is the Danger Room, but I don’t like the idea of the young recruits training being on tape. You know what I mean? What happens if someone gets their hands on it. Then all the holes of the team will be right there for the highest bidder, I think we need to come up with our own training area. At least if not our own equipment.”
He blew a kiss to Pete and winked. “You know it, men in Spandex is the greatest thing since sliced bread.” He waited for the look that he knew would come across Pete’s face before busting a gut and shaking his head. “God that was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life. Shaking his big head he looked over at him. “And don’t ever mention that again, otherwise I’ll play cricket with your head.” He shook his head, but was joking none the less.
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Post by wisdom on Nov 10, 2009 9:43:52 GMT
“If I can manage to convince Tessa to join, we might be in a better position to where the Danger room is concerned. That thing is like her baby, so if anyone can figure out away to let us use it on the sly it’d be her.” Pete took a swig of his beer and frowned slightly, “As for the equipment, well, we’re kind of limited to what we can drum up. We can’t exactly be appearing on Xavier’s cheque book now. Hmm, if we could secure a separate line of funding that might be different, but yeah, at the moment it’s a case of beg, barter or steal.”
Pete’s initial facial expression was a look of disgust, the mental image of Cain drooling over spandex-clad men was enough to almost turn the former spy’s stomach. He understood that man was joking right off the bat, but still... There were something’s you just shouldn’t joke about, and Cain and a spandex fetish was definitely going to fall into that category. “Mate, I don’t even want to recall that let alone talk about it, so my lips are sealed.” He shuddered before flashing his grin, taking another sip of his beer.”
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