Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 20:27:38 GMT -5
Sara glanced at King, then back down at the bracelet on her wrist. "Well, officially? I'm a cop. NYPD. But, unofficially, I'm, the wielder of an ancient, mystical, mythical weapon called the Witchblade. Which is actually very moody and has a mind of its own. My bloodline's connected to it somehow, that's why I'm stuck with it," she explained, giving him the very, very, very short and condensed version. The item in question swirled more and heated up slightly, anry at being insulted. "Oh, and it comes with perks, too. Getting stalked by an assassin who works for a rich, single madman who wants to control me so he can control the Witchblade. Fortunately the rich man's dead now. And my name's Sara Pezzini. I can't remember if you got it during the whole exchange and file lookover or not."
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 20:32:50 GMT -5
“Sara, right. Well that sounds fun,” he remarked, obviously not meaning it. “Why do I get the impression we’re all gonna have our dark secrets and haunted pasts?” He glanced to her briefly. It wouldn’t be long before they reached the airport, actually. “So you’re not immortal or anything? I get the impression we’re gonna be two of the only ones who aren’t on this wacky team.”
And that was a ‘fun’ prospect. If any of the random team members tired of their leaders, they’d have no trouble stabbing them in the back or shooting them in a vital area…
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 20:38:37 GMT -5
"As far as I know, I'm quite mortal, actually. However this thing can give me a heads up, so I'm usually able to avoid being killed, or can block it," Sara replied, glancing at King. "But I still bleed, and I think I age. The other Wielders aged and died, though they never got a chance to age for long. But yeah, we're all gonna have our dark secrets and ghosts from the past. I think those are some of the requirements for these kinds of things."
Let's just hope that being mortal won't get us killed on this, adventure, Sara mused. So much fun, leading a team of people who could and would probably want to kill them. Especially since some of them didn't seem the type that would be inclined to work for the government, except two of the females.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 20:49:50 GMT -5
King simply nodded, not really in the mood for dragging out her life story for her. If she wanted to talk about it, then she could certainly feel free, but he wasn’t going to do that for her.
“Just a couple more minutes,” he said without realising as he directed the powerful car along their route. He let his mind wander a little as he drove, thinking about all the things leading up to this point, before he was blissfully distracted by their arriving at their destination. Climbing out of the car and standing next to it after they stopped, he eyed it. “Do you think they’ll let me keep it after we get back?” He doubted it somehow.
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 20:55:01 GMT -5
Sara smirked, glancing at the car. "Maybe if you ask really nicely, and say the magic word, Cragen will give it to you on our days off," Sara suggested dryly, though she had a feeling they would only see that car when they absolutely needed it. "But, you never know. There might come a time when we need. Maybe undercover work, or all the other cars are being used by all the other government people," she added, glancing at the airport, then back at the car. She patted King on the shoulder briefly. "You'll find another one, I'm sure."
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 20:59:35 GMT -5
“Oh, I don’t think I will. This car? My true love, I’m sure of it.” He followed after Sara almost reluctantly with a sigh as they headed deeper into the airport. He glanced back over his shoulder at it. Someone came up to them and he relinquished the keys to them after recognising the dress-sense. Cragen really was an unimaginative one. “But hey, I guess I’ll just have to practise using that magic word…”
Stepping out onto the runway, they caught sight of the private plane they were obviously to be using. “Am I the only one who intends to search that thing top to bottom to make sure the crew are who they say they are…?” Trust issues? Maybe, but with good reason.
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 21:06:17 GMT -5
Sara smirked wryly as they headed towards their private plane. "No, I think the both of us are gonna be pretty wary and make sure everything's in order," she replied. And now you're starting to remind me of Gabe, too. You make some riddles and act like you're trying to imitate a wise, Asian master, I'm really going to be freaked. The Witchblade was silent, which meant so far, no sign of danger. "Well, no bad vibes yet," she muttered, ignoring any of the men in black that she and King passed by on the way to their next form of transportation.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 21:13:38 GMT -5
The man was the first to step up into the plane. “Nobody minds if we look around first… right?” He waved his hands to indicate the entirety of the structure to the small crew, who glanced to one another as if confused. “Looks cosy,” he remarked casually to Sara, even as he glanced here and there, getting close enough to any people to get a ‘feel’ for them. No vampires this way… good. Not that he wasn’t armed to the teeth; his bonejack shotgun was hung over his back heavily, should he need it. He’d forgotten he’d had it on him, even though he’d subconsciously swung it round to sit in the car properly.
“So far, so good,” he murmured to himself as he checked the compartments for any surprises.
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 21:19:18 GMT -5
Sara walked onto the plane, looking around. No swirls, hums, or heat from the Witchblade, so far, so hopefully everything was all right. She held the file in one hand, the other in her pocket. She let King do the exploring, glancing around and waiting to see if the bracelet would give her any, "bad vibes." Of course, why would they need to do anything when they could just allow somebody we were going to attempt to recruit to kill us. Since any of them might try to.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 21:22:11 GMT -5
Almost as if he were disappointed, King let the last compartment snap shut with a firm, “Looks clear.” He smiled charmingly at one of the flight crew. “Guess we can all have a pleasant flight then, can’t we?” He took his seat, only strapping in because he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he didn’t. He glanced to Sara, asking silently to see the file with the ‘personnel’ information in it.
“Might as well have a little ‘light reading’ for the flight.” That, and he wanted to see how much they knew about him.
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2005 21:25:11 GMT -5
Sara sat down and buckled up, then nodded and handed the file over to King. "Sure, I've already looked over it several times. Got certain parts memorized, I think," she stated. Glancing around, she took in the inside of the private plane. Not too bad, nicer than normal jets, though it was obvious they hadn't given the two leaders the special treatment. This was probably the "plane that we give to those we don't like so we don't worry about insulting people we like or need the respect of" plane.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 7, 2005 21:34:53 GMT -5
King too had noticed the rather… bland, state of the plane. “Guess there’s no in-flight movie, huh?” None of the crew responded. “Darn, and I was hoping for a good vampire flick.” He sighed in fake disappointment, and then started to browse the file, even as they prepared to take off, and then subsequently left the solid ground. Ignoring the pressure and how it affected his ears, he read over his own file as if his life depended on it.
Well, they had gotten their hands on the nitty-gritty, hadn’t they?
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 8, 2005 16:38:15 GMT -5
Smirking briefly at King's quip about vampire movies, Sara leaned her head back, closing her eyes. The file had more information on her than she'd expected, but not enough to freak her out royally. It had basics - she got the Witchblade at Irons' Joan of Arc collection on display at the museum, some of the powers it gave her, her entanglement with the Black Dragons, her possible responsibility for Kenneth Irons' death, that blasted spear, and a few other things. It had not included Aras, Conchobar, Lucrecia, or Daniel. She was thankful for that.
After all, she didn't want to read about those periods in her life, those people. She didn't like thinking about the pain that accompanied them all. True, the situation with Lucrecia was how she had really come to accept the Witchblade and make peace with many things, save for periods of irritation every so often, but it had been a rough time. And there was some, odd feeling of betrayal towards Ian, though she could never figure out exactly why. All she knew was that while the Witchblade didn't want her to hurt him, it was somewhat displeased with him, and Sara felt betrayed.
Or maybe it was the Witchblade that felt betrayed. Sara couldn't always decipher who was feeling what sometimes, especially when it wasn't overwhelming her and accompanied by visions.
Rather ridiculous that you feel betrayed by someone you never even wanted on your side, Sara mused, then opened one eye to glance down at the seemingly normal bracelet that covered her right wrist. Must be you then. You always did like him too much for me to be comfortable with. Sara got the strangest feeling she had tried to use the weapon on him more times than she actually remembered, and that the Witchblade had refused to do so. One of these days, I'm going to get all the information out of you I want, instead of headache inducing visions that make only enough sense to get me by.
A low sigh escaped Sara, and she opened her eyes, ears popping. "Enjoying your reading?" she asked King, feeling bored, and bored meant she thought about too much she didn't want to think about.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 8, 2005 20:28:06 GMT -5
"Oh, definitely," he mumbled, flicking the page over as if it had dirt on it. Which it did. On him. "They certainly did their homework, didn't they?"
And they had found out a fair bit about him. What he'd been doing with his life before, during and after his meeting Danica Talos, for example. And it didn't fail to mention the five lovely years he'd spent as a vampire, either. He wondered who he'd have to beat for letting all of this slip, and actually rather looked forward to that, when he found out who was responsible. If he ever talked about that period, it was with a fair deal of sarcasm... but one thing he would never talk about was when Abigail had died, and that was mentioned in the file as well.
Unfortunately, as he skipped past it. Why read over something painful when you'd lived through it?
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 8, 2005 21:07:34 GMT -5
"Yeah, they certainly did," Sara replied, glancing at King. "Kind of painful to read over, really. They usually seem to highlight the bad parts and downplay the good parts. Almost makes one think our lives are nothing more than soap operas," she muttered. Sara shifted slightly in her seat, her left calf starting to fall asleep. "Reading over it makes me believe Big Brother is alive, real, and way more powerful than anyone imagines." Gabe would be saying he told me so if he was here.
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