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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 13, 2007 19:28:43 GMT -5
When she left Brandon continued to look over paperwork. He continued to read all the reports of vampires that had been slain and soldiers that had been lost in battle. The count was never enough vampires and never few enough soldiers. He shook his head and placed his chin in his hand and closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Post by Solid Snake on Sept 19, 2007 16:55:24 GMT -5
Snake knocked on the door, before entering. "You wished to see me?" Snake said as he stepped in.(after he was allowed of course)
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 19, 2007 17:05:50 GMT -5
Brandon was sitting at his desk reading the newspaper. He gestured for Snake to enter the room and turned the page. He curled down the top of the paper and nodded. " Indeed i did. Take a seat. " He said said calmly as he continued to read the paper before placing it down and sitting forward and folding his hands and placing them on the desk. " So tell me. How are your quarters? " He asked
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Post by Solid Snake on Sept 19, 2007 17:09:36 GMT -5
"My quarters are okey, is that why you wanted to see me?" Snake said to Brandon as he approached the chair and sat down. "It must've been something more important than that." Snake said as he made him self comfortable. "May i smoke?" Snake asked Brandon.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 19, 2007 17:12:49 GMT -5
He looked up at Snake whenever he spoke again and gestured with his hand. " Be my guest. I smoke, it doesn't bother me. " he said as he then leaned back in his chair. " So i heard there was a scuffle at a Bar with you and Christina. You care to explain what happened? " He asked calmly.
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Post by Solid Snake on Sept 19, 2007 17:17:41 GMT -5
"It was a guy who harrased Christina, he forced her to do something, against her will, he wanted her to him something about The Resistance, for he wanted to find someone called Arai, i tried to solve it peacefully but i could not." Snake said as he brought forth a Cuban cigar and his old lighter. "Do you want one?" Snake asked Brandon.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 20, 2007 6:29:15 GMT -5
He shook his head. " No. I don't smoke cigars. Only a pipe. " He said as he pulled his pipe from his leather jacket and showed the man and then placed it back inside of his jacket. " Very well. It is all but to common for people to be seeking the Resistance. They could be sent by a handful of enemies. The government, lycan's, vampires. Who knows. That is why i am so careful when it comes to bringing knew people on board. " He said calmly.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Oct 11, 2007 22:33:45 GMT -5
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Iris opened the door to the office without knocking; if he had summoned her Smith would be expecting her. Shutting the door firmly behind her, she noted the slight scrape of the bottom on the floor. Her training caused her to analyze any room she entered in to gauge the escape routes and any other interesting things. The scraping door meant that it would be hard for someone to sneak in....or out. Sitting silently in the chair positioned in front of the desk, she crossed her knees and placed her hands, one on top of the other, on them. The paler skin of her hands contrasted strongly with the all-black outfit she was wearing. "You wanted to see me," she stated.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Oct 13, 2007 22:27:56 GMT -5
Brandon looked up from the paper that he was reading and nodded and gestured for her to take a seat. He placed the paper on his desk and leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. " Indeed i did. " He said calmly as he looked around the room for a moment before back at her. " So tell me....what do you think so far, of my facility? " He asked calmly wondering what her reply would be.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Oct 14, 2007 21:54:59 GMT -5
Iris digested that question for a few seconds, her black eyes remaining on his unblinkingly. If one knew her well enough, as few did, one would regognize this as her trademark thinking trait. She only blinked when she had found a suitable answer to a question or a piece of information she had searched for. Then she blinked once. "It is adequate," she stated flatly. And it was. It worked so far; there were enough well-trained men, enough resources. One thing she would admit was that they were well equipped. Though none in the base, at least not that she had observed, held the same almost insane levels of perfectionism in their art. For that was what fighting was; an art. The same with physical fitness and anything that Iris decided to undertake. She never stopped at knowing it, but went farther and made it perfection in motion until she could perform whatever it was with the same cold fluidity in a coma.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Oct 15, 2007 15:06:54 GMT -5
He nodded as she spoke of the quarters being adequate. " Well that is good to here. I wish they were better at time but after all, we need to keep as low a profile as possible. " He said with a sigh. " So tell me a little more about yourself. I like to know everyone that i work with. It gives me a little more trust in them. " He said as he crossed his arms across his chest and awaited her answer.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Oct 15, 2007 17:28:13 GMT -5
It was ironic that Iris knew more about Brandon than he did about her. She knew a lot about everyone here at the base; she possessed a photographic memory, and once she discovered a fact it was stuck in there, waiting until she could use it. But for now she would tell Brandon what he could find for himself if he had the time and resources to search hard enough. "I am from New York, born and raised," she began in a monotone, her voice unaccented through years of practice, "I am twenty-six years old, I excell in most forms of weaponry and hand-to-hand combat. I am an intelliegence agent, though I can be useful for warfare as well." That was all she would give him. Anything else he would have to specifically ask for. Even then he might not get an answer.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Oct 15, 2007 18:05:04 GMT -5
He nodded as he listened to her talk of where she was from and how she was very good at hand to hand combat. " Hand to hand combat. " He said with much interest. " So tell me, do you have a black belt in any marshal art? " He asked calmly. " Perhaps we could spar sometime. " He said with a pleasant smile as he sat forward in his chair.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Oct 15, 2007 21:20:07 GMT -5
She nodded. "I am a second in karate and a first in tae kwan do. Everything else is just stuff I picked up in New York and elsewhere," she stated. Though she could not see his full physique from her vantage point, Iris figured he would present a challege. His broad shoulders indicated he had strength, and by looking in his eyes she knew he was no stranger to combat. Or killing for that matter. "Maybe," she assented quietly.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Oct 16, 2007 7:49:13 GMT -5
He nodded as he listened to her describe what sort of black belts she had obtained. " I have a third degree in tae kwon dow, as well as a second degree black belt in Karate and Chicada. " He said with a nod. " So tell me. What is the reason that you desire to kill vampires? Everyone here has a a reason. A lost family member, friend, something. What drives you to do what we are asking you to do? " He asked calmly.
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