RE: Journal of Sociology [S!6] - [Round One: The Pacific Spire]
06-26-2013, 04:02 AM
As the sun rose from the horizon, Sir Bradley, his suit tattered, looked out of the newly made hole that was unfortunately placed in his office. Yes, his employees and interns were scattered around, trying to fix things up, but he could hardly feel their presence as he basked in the rising light.
It was a beautiful sight, he had to admit, even if he had lost more than he intended. Still, the spire was his. All his. And there was no one who could, would, or even wanted to stop him.
Still, the loss of the good doctor wasn't an easily replaceable one, one that soured what should have been the sweetest moment in his life.
Sir Bradley sighed and walked away from the sunset, instead choosing to look at the rest of the rubble, where moments before stood not only his newest employee, but also some of the others caught in his arrangement. Sir Bradley took a deep breath, looked down, and almost choked on the air.
Then, he laughed. "Now... I wonder, how did that get here?"
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Alberich knew it would only be a matter of time. Given the generally low level of competency that he'd witnessed from the non-Bradley employees and the general trend of chaos from the others in his predicament, his time in the Spire could not last as long as he wanted.
However, Alberich had no intention of allowing his employment with Sir Bradley to end with the death of one of the incompetent others. While it certainly wasn't his field of expertise, he was a genius! (And it helped that he had all of the Spire's research on the topic at his disposal.)
Mustering all of his concentration and with the help (of both kinds) of some more interns, Alberich had successfully completed an eternally linked, two-way communication device with which he could keep in contact with his new employer just in time to catch the explosion give the spire a new window, along with a few spacial renovations.
Instinctively, Alberich turned to face the explosion, exclaiming, "What was that?" before the spire disappeared before his eyes...
===
Oli didn't care about Blake. There wasn't any reason too. While he was a bit freaked out at what Blake had did, could he even do it again? What did it matter if Blake spouted some nonsense about him trying to take Bradley down? He wasn't anyone! Which meant he could be anyone.
"Now, Son, you can remove your helmet here!"
That is, if he had the time... "Uh, Sir, I would prefer to keep it on."
"Uhm, me too sir."
"Hmmm. Apprehend them."
Shit.
Oli tried to get away, to grab something, but he was too quickly grabbed. Blake was hardly any better, but he also grabbed out one of his bottles. Oli knew those vials of colored goop had some sort of power, but he wasn't sure that it would be of any help.
While he didn't like his chances of getting out, he at least had some solace in knowing that because of the orders, he'd get out of it alive.
"So we've got some intruders? I like the moxie, but not anything else. Bring us ah, one of Alberich's associates."
A few moments passed, and then another Blake showed up.
"Remove their helmets."
Sir Bradley's orders were followed, leading the room to exclaim, at the sight of Blake's face, while Sir Bradley simply said, "Well, there's no need to ask about him. So, what of the other man, does he look familiar to either of you?"
Both Blake's shook their heads. Although they were both more focused on each other.
"Alright then, dispose of hi-"
"Augh!"
The captive Blake Richards took that moment to simultaneously elbow his guard and stomp his foot. While it honestly hurt him more than it did the guard, it was enough, for him to be let go. In the chaos, Blake ran after his counterpart, tackling him, and once more causing a vial of magic to fly into the air.
In the confusion, Oli also attacked the man holding him, and started to run.
He didn't get very far.
Though Sir Bradley didn't particularly want to act rashly, he was well aware of the assassins and other types waiting for a chance to take his life, and Sir Bradley had one policy with assassins.
Oli didn't know where he was running, but no amount of smooth talking was going to get him out of this. The Spire was huge! So what if they saw his face, in a few moments, it wouldn't even be his. All he had to do was get out.
Then there was a bang and a boom.
Oli got out, but not in the way that he wanted.
It was a beautiful sight, he had to admit, even if he had lost more than he intended. Still, the spire was his. All his. And there was no one who could, would, or even wanted to stop him.
Still, the loss of the good doctor wasn't an easily replaceable one, one that soured what should have been the sweetest moment in his life.
Sir Bradley sighed and walked away from the sunset, instead choosing to look at the rest of the rubble, where moments before stood not only his newest employee, but also some of the others caught in his arrangement. Sir Bradley took a deep breath, looked down, and almost choked on the air.
Then, he laughed. "Now... I wonder, how did that get here?"
===
Alberich knew it would only be a matter of time. Given the generally low level of competency that he'd witnessed from the non-Bradley employees and the general trend of chaos from the others in his predicament, his time in the Spire could not last as long as he wanted.
However, Alberich had no intention of allowing his employment with Sir Bradley to end with the death of one of the incompetent others. While it certainly wasn't his field of expertise, he was a genius! (And it helped that he had all of the Spire's research on the topic at his disposal.)
Mustering all of his concentration and with the help (of both kinds) of some more interns, Alberich had successfully completed an eternally linked, two-way communication device with which he could keep in contact with his new employer just in time to catch the explosion give the spire a new window, along with a few spacial renovations.
Instinctively, Alberich turned to face the explosion, exclaiming, "What was that?" before the spire disappeared before his eyes...
===
Oli didn't care about Blake. There wasn't any reason too. While he was a bit freaked out at what Blake had did, could he even do it again? What did it matter if Blake spouted some nonsense about him trying to take Bradley down? He wasn't anyone! Which meant he could be anyone.
"Now, Son, you can remove your helmet here!"
That is, if he had the time... "Uh, Sir, I would prefer to keep it on."
"Uhm, me too sir."
"Hmmm. Apprehend them."
Shit.
Oli tried to get away, to grab something, but he was too quickly grabbed. Blake was hardly any better, but he also grabbed out one of his bottles. Oli knew those vials of colored goop had some sort of power, but he wasn't sure that it would be of any help.
While he didn't like his chances of getting out, he at least had some solace in knowing that because of the orders, he'd get out of it alive.
"So we've got some intruders? I like the moxie, but not anything else. Bring us ah, one of Alberich's associates."
A few moments passed, and then another Blake showed up.
"Remove their helmets."
Sir Bradley's orders were followed, leading the room to exclaim, at the sight of Blake's face, while Sir Bradley simply said, "Well, there's no need to ask about him. So, what of the other man, does he look familiar to either of you?"
Both Blake's shook their heads. Although they were both more focused on each other.
"Alright then, dispose of hi-"
"Augh!"
The captive Blake Richards took that moment to simultaneously elbow his guard and stomp his foot. While it honestly hurt him more than it did the guard, it was enough, for him to be let go. In the chaos, Blake ran after his counterpart, tackling him, and once more causing a vial of magic to fly into the air.
In the confusion, Oli also attacked the man holding him, and started to run.
He didn't get very far.
Though Sir Bradley didn't particularly want to act rashly, he was well aware of the assassins and other types waiting for a chance to take his life, and Sir Bradley had one policy with assassins.
Oli didn't know where he was running, but no amount of smooth talking was going to get him out of this. The Spire was huge! So what if they saw his face, in a few moments, it wouldn't even be his. All he had to do was get out.
Then there was a bang and a boom.
Oli got out, but not in the way that he wanted.